Sunday, August 24, 2014

The train that never came

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I ran to the station; clothes in disarray, my hair all tangled by the wind, my back pack hitting many a passenger who kept throwing me nasty glances. But there was no time to be polite now. What with the rains and the heavy traffic, I was already one hour late. I could only pray that the Indian railways, would be prompt to be late, as always. 

But Lady luck seemed to be smirking at me from behind the clouds. I arrived at the platform only to find out that I was ten minutes late and I missed my train. If only I had ran a bit more quickly. If only. 

The next train would not be another three more hours. Here I was, lugging a heavy backpack with nothing to do but wait for the damn train. I went to the tea stall and brought a steaming cup of tea. The tea seemed to clear my head. I was not alone. I had my book to keep me company. I took out the latest by Jeffrey Archer and started reading. This thriller was bound to keep me occupied for the good three hours. 

A couple of minutes later I found a pair of eyes boring into me. I looked up and saw a guy, around my age, staring at me. He must have felt awkward, because he looked away sheepishly. I went back to my book. But there it was again. He was clearing his throat! Oh God, I don't want the night to turn any worse than it already was. Chatting up a stranger was the last thing on my mind. All I wanted was some time to myself and finish my book in peace. 

'If you don't mind me asking, which book by Jeffrey Archer are you reading?' he asked.

I was taken aback. This one didn't seem to be dull. By some weird pact in my head I had made ages ago all book lovers unite, I found myself smiling back and talking about the book. This is the thing with me. I find people boring, their lives uninteresting unless they have anything to do with books. It's such a waste that very few people seemed to appreciate the joys of reading a book. Soon we were chatting nineteen to the dozen and I was surprised to learn that we shared a lot of common authors and favorite books. 

Without realizing, the whole of three hours disappeared. He had brought me hot chilly bhajis which we shared over conversation. The sound of the train in the distance brought us back to reality. It was time to part ways. He was travelling to Bangalore and I was going to Chennai. We would never have met each other had it not been for the traffic, rains or the missed train. We exchanged phone numbers, promising each other to keep in touch. 

Maybe we would never meet again. The phone calls and messages would soon be forgotten once we were back to the hectic lives that awaited us. Or maybe, just maybe, this was meant to be the beginning of a great friendship. Deep in my heart, I knew it would the latter as I bid him goodbye. 

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

15 comments:

  1. haha! I am laughing Aathira because I have been that guy ;) I am. Reminiscences. A great friendship, if you're wondering :P Reader's curiosity. Glad that girl didn't beat me up :D Nice one!

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    1. OMG! Really?? It's funny how strangers can quickly turn to few of the people you would treasure in your heart over time, right? :)

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  2. "I find people boring, their lives uninteresting unless they have something to do with books" I couldn't agree with you more Aathira :) Loved the story. :)

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    1. Thank you, Reems :) Personally (I may be biased) I find book worms much more interesting than their counterparts! Glad you liked it :)

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  3. Nice.. sometimes the best friendships are struck when they are not planned, just like this one

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    1. So true, Seeta. Such friendships may later turn on to be one of those priceless ones. Thank you!

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  4. I could totally relate to that .. And yes, I have been that girl and found a great friend that way :)

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    1. I'm so happy that people are able to see themselves in this story :) Would love to hear your story, Gayathri!

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  5. Call it karma, coincidence, fate, predestination, whatever...you can't help but wonder why things, like the promise of a relationship in this story, happen in the way that they do. I've met some of the most wonderful people because of traffic jams, missed flights, and wrong turns. Great story. I totally relate. Dropping in from UBC.
    Blessings.
    Penny

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    1. Thanks so much, Penny! Yes, karma plays a major role, I believe. Other times, I guess one is simply lucky.

      Welcome to my blog! Keep visiting :)

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  6. Great story. I like the way books bring like-minded readers together. That's the power of good writing.

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    1. Thank you, Francene! Welcome to my blog :)

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  7. Well, glad to know I am not the only one who shuns interacting with people unless they have interest in books. I can't connect to people who say they don't have interest in reading. It may be harsh but I don't find anything to talk to such people. Great post!

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    1. Thank you, K. Same here. I'm much more interested in people who are readers. Let's just say I LOVE people who share my favorite books :)

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  8. Very well written and it reflects many a book lover's identification with your story. Yes, it is Destiny or Poorva Janma Sukrutam that we meet people of our liking and of our nature out of the Blue. You cannot explain this phenomenon in any other way. If you do not believe in Transmigration of Soul Theory, you can call it destiny or whatever you want to. But the Crux of the whole thing is your story was so thought provoking OMG, see how many people identified themselves with your story players !

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