One fine morning.....

“Wake up! Wake up! …you have to go to receive your friend from new delhi station, its already 6:00 am”, mom shouts .
“What does she mean ‘already’?, I always start my day at 11’o clock with a fall on the floor from bed”..yeah,….my mom doesn’t have a choice but to do that every morning since last 10 days when my summer holidays started.
“who friend,….?”
tring tring!!! “hello”
“hi Sourabh, my train will reach the station at 8, you on your way or not?”…..Kartik.
“oh, I will be there…..dun worry”
(Delhi locals are much better than the Mumbai one’s,….the only thing that holds them back is……the frequency)
I somehow managed to catch the 7am local, and the train takes a half an hour rest at H.Nizammudin Station……..
The train is already filled with commuters and I always wonder how is there always space for more people to come in….as if there is infinite space in the boogie…..someone could actually do a research on this topic,……neways…….
A family enters through the gate opposite to the one I am standing at………..they seem to be on a holiday journey…..three elder members, one kid & lots of luggage.
…and then she enters the boogie. Well let’s call her she for the time being. We shared a sigh for a second & then I reverted back to 98.3FM…..it’s hot ;). After everyone settled at their achieved places, she came and stood in front of me…gave me a hi look …..I replied with a smile. The virtual conversation went on until her younger cousin interrupted,
“Bharti Di, why are you standing alone, join us”
“It’s ok, I just need some fresh air”, she replied.
Now that’s how I know her name is Bharti, but what gave me an idea about she being from indore is still unknown to me. May be my subconscious mind was doing its work who doesn’t tell me much about its activities…….just gives me the inferences.
‘ Alright dude, that’s it. This is your chance…….show your charm….start off the conversation….there’s nothing in saying a hi ….or may be there is ……what if things are not like what you think?......but she passed a smile….and seems interested….’, the optimist and the pessimist me argue with each other. Well there’s nothing wrong in this…its just that they are equally assertive that creates the problem. Just when the optimist me was about to win the argument, a heavy voice interrupted the fight…..
“Can you please shift a bit more”
“Ofcourse”, I replied, relieved as the opti & pessi me disappeared…..no more mental stress….after all it was me vs me…
She passed a smile to that heavy voice guy as well…….does she smile to anybody?.....that guy was a man…..of the age of her father….. wait a minute…..may be he is……..and yes I was right.
Now that her father was standing by my side,….leaning half his weight on my shoulder…..I was grounded.
tring tring!!!.......”hello?”
“hi bhaiya..where are you…..mom’s asking”, ………& this was when a brilliant idea struck my mind.
“hey hi…..how are you….long time no see?”
“what?....you were with me an hour ago..”
“ohk…take down my personal number….its 9838738452……hello?..shud I repeat?....its 98387….”,….. I deliberately voiced out my number loudly…hoping she would notice.
“have you gone crazy…m already calling you on this number and what the hell is going on?”
“Hey, there’s a network problem…..i can’t hear you clearly…. Call me on that number…..bye”
The virtual conversation resumed after a while when her father went back to resolve the child fight that was disturbing me from last 10 minutes.
There was something different with this girl….every time we had an eye contact…..time slowed down…heart beats intensified……plus the song on Radio mirchi…
“tum mile…..dil khile….aur jeene ko kya chahiye…....”
..being perfect for the situation added to the titillating feeling. And suddenly her hand slipped over mine as she tried to grab the bar that stood between us when the train moved with a jerk. A current ran through my body from bottom to top…..
“itni haseen…koi nahi……husn dono jaha ka ek tujh mein simat ke aaya…
Tum mile….dil khile…..”
I knew it for sure that she felt the same way as I did……it was the next inference of my subconscious mind, I suppose.
A lot of commuters left as the train stopped on next two stops……train stopped in the middle of nowhere just before New Delhi Railway station……..thanx to lalu prashad for such helping services…. ;)
I grabbed every chance to look into her eyes ……..those intensified heart beats does feel good. I noticed a change in her stare…………. caught her twice looking at questionable places on my body, seriously guys…. I can understand how girls feel when guys do so. She would grab that bar exactly at the place where I did …… sort of hand touching game carried on as the train cruised through the rest of the distance to NDLS.
As the train stopped, … I ran out and waited on the bridge in front of the stairs……. I was confident that she would definitely look for a chance to talk to me…… after all her family members passed by my side……. She came on the bridge, stood there for a while…….. yeah she waited for me to come……. we saw each other, gave a relieved look,…..as I approached her that heavy voice followed her…
“ Bharti beta,…..what are you waiting for…….come on lets go..”
.tring tring!!...”hello?”
“Sourabh, where are you……I am on platform no. 8….”
“I’ll be there in a minute……….be near by the stairs….”
“Hi buddy,….welcome to delhi……. ;) …how was your journey, where did you get that weird hairstyle from by the way?”….. I asked while lifting kartik’s baggage.
“Ah, dun ask …bad hair days goin on…… journey was ok….. u tell……how was your journey?....”
“………it was awesome man……. I’ll tell you on the way back to home……there’s too much to tell….. ”, I said excitedly……..



\\ I never got a call from Bharti\\