An overnight train journey with her
Summer Vacations started…
As usual we(Me and my Mom) planned to go to our village ,
I was very excited to meet my grandma.
So , without any delay , all the planning and packing was done , and we were ready to go…
Our train was to depart at 8:45 pm from
‘Jabalpur’ station ,the day was Saturday . So , we hired an ‘autorikshaw’ at 7:30 pm
And reached the station by 8 pm.
As Jabalpur was the initial/starting point of our train , we were quite confident about getting the seat. After , taking ‘tickets’ we reached to the platform , and as usual the train was ready on platform but the ‘lights’ of the ‘coaches’ were still not ‘ON’.
However , we managed to ‘grab’ a seat for my mom in the dark ,in one of the compartments,and I got a single window seat .And the very moment when I was trying to put my bag on the bag stand over my seat, I heard an ‘ouch’ sound , in a shrill voice , Yes , this voice was of a girl.
She was crying out pain as her right leg was stuck hard on the corner of a seat.
As the lights of the coach were still off,
I was just able to see her sparkling eyes , filled full of tears , shining due to light coming from the station .
She simply sat on the seat opposite to me.
The lights turned ‘ON’.
Now, the train starts moving with a jerk.
And the journey begins …
Now, as the lights were ON, I could see her face , but somewhere I was afraid of Making an eye contact with her . She was continuously crying and crying a lot.
Then, I ‘accumulated’ some strength , took a ‘brave’ step to look into her eyes.Her eyes were red , filled full of tears and all her make-up was wiped out with tears.
But , honestly she was looking so funny , that I couldn’t resist to laugh at her.Then ,I laughed at her, then she got irritated and started shouting on me . She said , ” Why the hell are you ‘laughing’ ,like a stupid”
I replied , “Because I had a 3 year old ‘neice’ , and even she don’t cry like you “
And I laughed again…
And on listening to my reply she also had a smile on her face,but she was trying to hide it from me . I noticed that and said ,”no need for that madam , I know that you are also laughing”,and then I gave her my handkerchief to her to wipe out her tears . Now, She said , ” so what’s your name ,Mr ‘always happy’? I replied , “My name is Aman Verma , and what’s yours miss . ‘Immature’? She said , “My name is ‘anshika sharma’ and I am not immature”
“Ya , I saw that !”-I replied
She laughed at me.
Now, I was seeing totally a different color of her . Now, she is much more friendly and talkative . She was talking to me like we know each other from years.
She told me all the ‘secrets’ and ‘nonsense’ of her life , like who was her first love , why she hate ‘Salman Khan’ , like how much she like ‘rajma chaawal’ . The , stations were passing , everyone in the compartment were sleeping except us, and she was ‘unstoppable’. And , then between all the shit she was talking , she asked, ” Tell me something about you Aman”. I replied that,
“My life is not as exciting as yours , but , I am happy for what I have In my life , I am aiming to achieve something high in my life”
Ohhh! Great she replied…..
Now , again she started telling me about all her ‘passions’ and ‘hobbies’.
When my turn came to say something,
And hardly I had spoke 2-3 lines about me , she slept .
Yes, you read it right she slept.
And she was sleeping with a ‘smily’ face.
I thought it would not be good to disturb her ‘sweet dream’ , and decided to sleep too.
And when , I opened my eyes , she was not there, it was a bit like a ‘heartbeat’ for me , that how can she just go, without informing me.
And then I got a ‘page’ in my shirt’s pocket..
There was a mobile number written on that page, and a note ” If you want to know more secrets about me , then call me “,