Metro Diaries- Work In Progress




I love travelling for I get to meet so many people and see so many beautiful places. And the most exciting part of travelling is the period of nowhere when either I am en-route to some place or am waiting for my train/ bus/ car to come and pick me up. At that time my imagination is at its best. With the work for the day nicely forgotten somewhere in the realms of my mind, people begin to take form of characters before my eyes. Their unheard stories begin to play softly in my ears and everything else in the background begins to drown in the oblivion. 


Grabbing a thread of my imagination, I notice a girl sitting on a bench at railway platform with a lost look in her eyes as if she is direction less in this world. Unclean shoes, ruffled hair and a devil-may-care attitude. A very bored look reflects in her eyes depicting that she is unsure about why is she here in the first place. Holding a book in her hand, she is busy in a fantasy world of her own not wanting to be disturbed. On a close observation one can clearly make out it’s not the book she is lost in, but her own cobweb of thoughts is what has entangled her.


Somewhere in far corner is a guy bespectacled, ruffled hair wandering aimlessly on the platform. There is a wait in his eyes, whether it is for the train, a friend or a loved one is something that is not clear yet. He is impatient and that it clearly visible in his fidgetiness with hands in and out of pocket continuously as if there is some lost treasure in them waiting to be found. His eyes seem to be anticipative, looking forward to the future with excitement. Yes it is brewing in his eyes, the excitement of that thing. It could be sensed even from a distance.

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Amidst the chaos of their thoughts mixed with the music of their heartbeats is also the noise of the people they are surrounded with. The humdrum of the railway platform suddenly comes alive with the blaring horns of a train. All that had paused till now, all of a sudden comes alive. There is action all around with people running helter-skelter to occupy a seat, the porters to ensure they get their daily wages today, the food vendors out to sell their wares, some excited folks looking forward to welcome their loved ones and some sad souls biding a good bye to theirs. 


Unexpectedly somewhere between all of them these two eyes meet and once again everything pauses with things beginning to move in a slow motion. Is she the wait that was reflecting in his eyes? The answer to the direction she was looking for, is it him? No idea, but yes it surely seems to be the beginning of something, perhaps a story of what can be, or maybe the saga of what was.  Before I could probe any further the nasal twang of the announcer broke my chain of thoughts. My train had been announced, it was time for me to leave. And look for another tale, or perhaps try to unearth the mystery this one had......

Comments

  1. You keep us guessing. Am curious to know what happens next? part II.

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    1. To be honest Kalpana this is the only thing I managed to capture but yes am tempted to write further :)

      Sply after your lovely comment as always <3

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  2. BEAUTIFUL!! Love the way you've weaved such a simple tale in such a heart touching way. Part 2 please! :)

    Hugs!!

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    1. Thanks so much :D

      Sure dear... coming up soon!!

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  3. you have a very strong observation my dear. This is something like a profound gift one can posses. Only a great writer can possess such outstanding qualities!

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    1. :D

      Sridevi you never fail to bring a smile on my face!!

      Thanks so much... I somehow cannot help but notice these things and more often than not people around me begin to hate it :P

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  4. And somewhere in the realms of a beautiful soul known as Privy, the bespectacled guy and the bookworm girl met . They talked of this and that and laughed at this and that and at the end of the day when they were forced to part, they exchanged a few drops of mist they had kept for the other. In those mists, they promised each other they would meet again and again and again :D

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    1. OMG.... I am at loss of words Sridevi this is so so so so beautiful a comment... you surely made my day... I cannot tell you how am I feeling right now. I am all teary eyed.

      Thanks so much <3

      Hugs!

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  5. This is heart touching Privy and so beautifully weaved.

    very nice!

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    1. Wow thanks so much for your lovely words Kajal :)

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  6. Beautiful story! I love pondering what people in train stations are up to. :)

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    1. Thanks so much Rachel for stopping by and leaving your lovely comment here!!

      Wow... I am sure you must also be finding it very interesting...

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  7. Travel is the best way to unfold beautiful stories where characters come alive:)
    Cheerz
    Vishal

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    1. True Vishal :D

      Thanks so much for stopping by....

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  8. Keeping observing and writing for us dear Privy.

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    1. Thanks for your encouragement always Kalpana <3

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  9. Its a great talent to weave such beautiful lines based on a few moments

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    1. Thanks Jaish, truly humbled to read your words!!!

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  10. I dont have words for your beautiful story pv.One of the best writing by you.G B U

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    1. Thanks so much Pravir but I would say you are being too kind with words!!

      :)

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  11. Wonderful story! Of course, once again, you left me hanging . . . :)
    Blessings!

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    1. Thanks so much Martha... and this time it was completely unintentional!!

      :)

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  12. As you went on your way, wondering, she and he drew closer. He laid his hand on the edge of the bench, as if to reassure himself it was indeed there, and gently lowered himself on the seat, smiling. She seemed to sense his presence. Her eyes smiled in response. Their auras met, mingled,merged. They both relied on their seventh sense, for neither could see the other, except with the eyes of their heart. She placed the palm of her hand on the bench. His edged closer...until he almost touched her. That is when their souls met.

    Hugs, Privy!

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    1. Wow wow wow wow.... this was so beautifully described Vidya :)

      Loved it <3

      Thanks so much for writing this comment!!! Loads of love and hugs to you too....

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    1. Thanks so much Rudraprayaga :)

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