She could see the back of his head as they made their way
through the crowded railway station. It seemed like a time eons ago or in the
future, and a place quite unlike anything she’d ever seen. He would sometimes
move forward and she would be left scrambling, scrunching her face as she
pushed herself forward, not moving her eyes away from the back of his rather
huge head, lest they get separated.
It seemed like a high-tech, advanced railway station, with
shining smooth trains, and computer operated passageways and terminals. It was
unlike any other railway stations she had seen in India. Suddenly, she stopped
dead in her tracks as something dawned upon her. He had gone quite far ahead.
He came back when he realized she wasn’t behind him.
“What are you doing? Come on, we’ll miss the train!”
“I.. I can’t go to Bombay with you.”
“What? Don’t say that now. We had planned this. You wanted
to do this.”
“I did. But now, I know that if I don’t stay back and give
my interview, I might regret it for the rest of my life. Don’t you want me to
get the opportunity which would make me get the job in Australia?”
“Yes, but.. but you told me Bombay was what you wanted. With
me.”
“The interviewers can come to India anytime in the next two
days. I have to stay back. I have to do this. I’m sorry.”
The look on his face was the most painful expression she had
ever seen. Her heart leaped out of her chest for him, but she stood rooted to
her spot. His eyes glistened as he said, “Okay. All the best.” He turned and
left. She stood there and looked at him until he dissolved in the crowd, and
the back of his head was no longer visible.
She closed her eyes, and breathed. Long and hard. She turned
back and started walking but her legs felt like they were made of iron. Flashes
of the past whizzed through her brain like a movie montage and she screamed, “Fuck
it! I’m going with him.”
She ran. She pushed through the crowd, and ran like she had
never run before. On a railway station swarming with people. She ran towards
his platform, and saw him disappear behind a glass door, which lifted him up on
another platform.
She ran. She does not remember for how long, and how she
made her way through the hordes of people, but she finally saw him standing in
front of his train, saying goodbye to his best friends. He held her yellow top,
which she remembered she had given him, and which always smelled of her. His
expression seemed blank now, like it didn’t matter whether he goes to Bombay or
stays back anymore.
He saw her. And for a second, he didn’t believe it. As soon
as he realized it was indeed her, she saw him grinning the broadest smile.
Relief swept over his face like a gentle breeze, and he walked towards her. He
was almost gliding towards her, making his way perfectly through the bustling
people, looking only at her.
She ran up to him and buried her face in his shoulder, like
she always did whenever she did something stupid. “I’m sorry. What was I
thinking? I want us to go to Bombay.” She looked up at him. “Together.”
He smiled, brushed a strand of hair off her face, and kissed
her nose. “We will go to Bombay. Just, not this time. You were thinking right.
You should give the interview. I want you to go abroad. You always wanted to.”
She looked at him, her heart melting and no words coming out
of her mouth. The train whistled, and the passengers started rushing inside. “You
want me to..?”
He nodded, and hugged her tight. Tears filled her eyes, when
she realized what this meant. They would not see each other. Not for a long,
long time. “Bye, love”, he whispered. “Bombay beckons.”
“I love you,” she said, tears streaming down her eyes now.
He held her hands and kissed them. He got in the train, and waved at her. He
pursed his lips like he always did, and then lifted his glasses up, to wipe a
lone tear hanging at the side of his eye.
She stood there and waved till the train left and went out
of sight. She knew something had come to an end. She knew he had taken away a
part of her with him that day. But she also knew they would meet again. And
when they did, it would be beautiful.
Impressive!
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DeleteAwww...Though i might have read something like this a plenty.But i loved the way your story felt.I could picture every scene.
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