The sudden change in the weather poked the sun and it began to fade away….from bright yellow to an awkward orange and then a filthy brown, forcing the afternoon to retire earlier. A gust of wind, leaves got wings and the hat was blown from his head. He turned his face, to trace the hat as it had already joined the fleet of dry leaves and dust. The sudden storm heralded a downpour and the flying hat was enjoying the unprecedented independence. He was almost running to tame his hat. Just then the whistle of the approaching train was heard, I looked up in anticipation, caught a glance of his face and everything disappeared but the station.
A glance and memories surged, as sharp as a blade. Those brown eyes,that deep gaze and aquiline nose.The clock ticked back.
He was not at all willing to shift the base from one city to another. To him that meant shifting of culture and food habit, a gourmet as he was, the latter being always his priority. I was determined not to miss that golden opportunity with an enormous hike and much higher designation.
Was it my pride? Was I demanding more than that the destiny had in store for us ? Was that the reason he left me ?
It was a plight to be parted, even if for a few months. A feeling of fullness encompassed both of our minds whenever we were together. His presence used to inebriate my soul. Those brown eyes, that deep gaze……the synonym of life was love.
We were waiting for his train.”Now please stop making a straight face and give me a quick peck” were his parting words. I refused for I was fighting hard to conceal my emotions. I wanted to stop him. I wanted to shout frantically saying ” Don’t go, I’m sorry, we’ll live in this city, forever “. But I remained silent. He looked hurt and sad. The train whistled and slowly disappeared in the distance. I cried hard.
That was the last time I cried.
After a few hours the train which He boarded got derailed. No one was alive in his compartment.With stony eyes I identified his body.
I didn’t cry.
Another gust of wind and a few drops of rain jolted me back to reality.
Whistling again, the serpentine train stopped in vain. The man finally managed his hat and was about to board the train. I looked up at him again. Definitely he had striking resemblance with my man and he was boarding the train. I must smile this time. I waved at him and smiled. Though bewildered, he smiled and waved back.
Large drops of rain were hurling down. I stood up. I wanted to cry…with all my might. I wanted to hide myself in the rain. I started a journey unknown …….and I missed my train.