I
was little late and she was already fuming a little waiting near the entrance.
She was wearing a red cotton salwar with small black cut out imprints. It was
not the best of hers but looked great with the yellow sodium light falling over
her face and making her eyes twinkle a bit more than it ever do normally. She
raised her left eyebrow and her hands in her whatsoever small hips as she
noticed me rushing towards her. She had a small hand bag, a travel bag and a
shoulder bag.
I
parked my bike (Ok. Not mine!) And
ran out to her with a big (really biggg) smile. May be people call it blush!
She
was little puzzled and looked all over me. Checked my hands, shirt pockets,
bike pouch and finally reached to my trouser pockets. After completing the
search she said, “You dint bring me anything? Am moving out of town today…
cha…” with little frustration.
I
never had a thought I need to give her anything. In fact, no boy will have a
thought to buy gifts for anyone other than their birthday! But I felt bad. This
was a special day for her. I should have made it memorable. I still had time,
but very little to go out and buy something.
I
acted as if I have completely ignored her question and asked her, “Less makeup
today?” with a witty smile as we both walked in the platform and found a small
sit-out which exactly fit her and a very little of mine! She acted as if she
ignored my question completely and said, “Little hungry. Shall we go and have
something?”
“Yeah
sure… Let’s go!” I said and helped her
with the travel bag and took the small hand bag. She suddenly pulled that out
of my hand and said ‘I will take this!” in a little stern voice. I wonder what’s there with those hand bags
girls carry!
It
was a silent walk back to the platform sit-out after our dinner. She was
walking silently beside me, no words uttered and I could sense her breath over
me. It would have happened a million times in the past 2 years of college but
never felt the difference. Without a word uttered a moment never passed for us.
But the silence brought out something. I suddenly had a deep urge to propose
her.
She
suddenly started, “Why are you staring at her as if you are gonna propose her?” with a witty tone looking at a 'somewhat-ok' kind girl in the same platform. I know she was kidding.
That was her nature always. That’s it, she proved me wrong! She was normal;
it’s only I who got a difference in feel with the silence! It would be the last
10 minutes with her. I just wanted to walk alone a bit and I did.
Finally
the time came, the announcements made very clear that the train would be there
at the platform exactly 5 minutes. For the first two minutes we were busy
searching her seat and placing her luggage. It was a window seat (as usual! I wonder how only girls get them!)
And she was sitting holding those window
rims as I stand out watching her. For the first time, her eyes welled up. The
final moments were the best for me with her; she show cased every emotion that
she is capable of. A feel of separation – a little heavy heart – the way I
would miss her came all the way in front of me.
The
train started moving and she acted as if she had missed something. She took out
something from her hand bag and gave it to me. Even I thought I missed
something, hurried to my pocket and crushed the paper (platform ticket :-P) into her hands. The train moved away fuelled
up with the steam from her tears.
It
was a chocolate what she gave me with a small note stapled to the cover. It
read,
I would miss those days with you,
But I don’t want to miss you…
Be Mine – Am Always yours,
Aarushya
I
smiled to myself and thought – “she too would have read the same thing at the
same time!!”
Not Just Friends – the
Unusual…
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