The train journey..a short story

The train was about to leave the platform, it was on time at 3pm. The engine horn had been blown and everyone was scampering to board the train at the last moment. He was standing next to the door, on the platform, walking along with the train as it slowly gained speed, the walk became a jog, the platform was nearing and end and he finally boarded the train as the platform ended. He smiled to himself, his folks had told him not to do this again, but then it was fun, a little adventure, a bit stupid but it made him happy and smile.

He went inside the AC Coach to check on his belongings. He was in the first compartment in the coach. As he was putting his luggage down in the space below the lowest berth, his eye caught hold of something, something was sparkling, he looked up to see and saw a dangler was shining from a face, a pretty face who was trying to get up to her side upper berth 2 compartments away from him. He kept looking, and he was smiling inside at the efforts being put in by that pretty girl to get up to her berth and finally she got up there, mumbled something and smiled. It was a magical moment, she was smiling at herself and it was such a pretty site.

The train was now travelling at full speed, it was a 26 hour journey to his destination or rather his getting off point. He went back to stand at the door of the train,whilst leaning out a bit as the train passed through lush green farms of various crops. He felt the strong wind hitting his face but it didnt matter, all he was thinking off, was the smile of the girl inside the coach. He went back to see what she was doing aand found her deeply engrossed in a novel, so he just sat on the berth and kept looking at her from the corner of his eye. Time flew by and he didnt even realize it, it had been 2 hours, she had slept off in the warmth of the quilt. Finally he sighed and said, "god she is beautiful" and started to read the magzine he had bought. Soon it was dinner time, he took out the homemade food his mom had made for him and opened up the packets of cottage cheese and roti (indian bread). He looked at her, she had just woken up. Her hair was all tumbled up and then she made a face like a little girl who had just woken up from a dream and was confused. She was staring at nothing, finally she climbed down from the berth and went to wash her face. The food was still lying open in front of him, he hadnt eaten a bite in the last 10minutes. He thought, he will talk to her, but he didnt know how to do that, she was travelling alone and they werent even in the same compartment. How could he just go up to her and talk, what would she think, what would the other passengers say, had they been in the same compartment things could have been distant, but this was too different for him. So he decided to see think about it next day, he had seen the chart of the coach and knew that she would be getting down at the same station as his. So he watched her have her food and then get totally lost into the novel she was reading. He went out , to have a breath of fresh air as the cold air of the night gushed in through the door he was standing at. When he came back, she had slept off, he to decided to hit the rack.

He was woken up by the constant stirring in his compartment, kids were howling, a new family had just boarded the train, the previous passengers had gotten off. He looked at his watch. It was almost noon, he had slept for about 12 full hours, "damn he must have been tired", he thought to himself. He got up from his berth and stuck out his head to see if she was there on her berth. She was there, still cuddled up in the quilt which was now covering her up to her waist, reading the novel, which she had almost finished from the looks of it. He thought how to go up and talk to her. Mustering up that much courage and that too in a train, where co passengers could easily mis judge his intentions, he kept wondering. He thought he would use the help of the conceirge or the coach assistant to deliver a note to her, but then he didn't know what to write. He was surprised at the loss of words he had at that instant. He got up and went to the familiar territory, the door, where he was there all alone with just the countryside and the wind blowing into his face. He felt like he was at home when he was there at the door of the coach.

Time went by and now they were nearing the station they both had to get down at. He was still thinking on the note idea but now the coach assistant was no where to be seen, probably he was there with the other coach assistants sitting somewhere and playing cards. Finally the train reached the station, she got down, he got down and then he decided to go say hi to her. He pulled out his luggage and turned around and there she was hugging this guy. The took hold of her luggage and they walked off, he didnt know who the guy was, how they both were related but it didn't matter to him. His journey was good, the pretty and smiling face of the girl had made it a pleasant journey, he lifted his luggage on to his shoulders, damn it was heavy, he started walking to get a cab to his college, and all he was doing was smiling whilst remembering her smile.

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@chennai updates 2

->went to the marina beach on saturday evening with college friends.
->saw ironman at inox on sunday..its a decent movie...now waiting for the next batman movie.."the dark knight"

@btw story is not fiction :)

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