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TRAIN JOURNEY (Part 1)

To the guy I met on train.

Thank You !

The best thing about train journeys are the stories you get to hear of all those people you're sharing your compartment with. 

How an army man who was a mechanical engineer spent a year in South Africa and how poverty in India is nothing to be compared with poverty in Africa. 

How three men who've worked as teachers in Kolkata had started off with very low salary which posed difficulty to manage their family needs.

How two married couple seemed mesmerized with their toddlers mini acts.

While settling in with all diversity  at one place my mind was definitely at peace for a change of place was a much needed. Traveling has always fascinated me especially encountering different people with different stories makes me feel less anxious about my situation.  

Right when the train stopped at Bareily, the most unwanted part comes, where I have to use the toilet which definitely are never clean irrespective of travelling in whatever class you want. 

Making my way to the door when a huge crowd groped in and I pushing my way through them to the toilet got jabbed due to the sudden movement of the coach and my glasses fell off.  Anxiously trying to bend down to get a hold of it when those black Nike shoes stepped right in front of me and picked my glasses. I, moving my eyes upward, saw a tall, muscular with a slender built up body guy wearing a white t-shirt with grey cargo pants with a bottle green mask on his face looking at me. "Here....!" he said when again a strong turbulence took place and I fell over him with my hands on his chest. 

He took a step back while his left hand on back of my waist with my glasses and the right hand on the toilet door. I never felt more suffocated on a train than I was at that very moment. 

The concerned eyes looked right into mine. "You okay?", he asked. "Yup!!", abruptly came out of my mouth. At that very moment, I got awe struck as I was already feeling myself getting distracted by his eyes when he brushed my hair behind my ear with his fingers and his thumb caressing my ear. For a moment I found myself in another dimension where this felt more real than a movie plot. 

He then held on to my left wrist and pulled me behind his back to avoid any further grappling from the crowd. His grip was tight but comforting at the same time. Standing behind him I could barely see anything as his tall torso was covering most of my view. I wondered if he felt the same rush in the heart as I felt with his presence. 

Seconds after, as the crowd dispersed, he held the compartment door for me to get inside, I walked in and he handed me my glasses and waved bye. It seemed as if he was smiling underneath his mask which could easily be figured out by this eyes.

Moments later I could still feel my heart pounding through my chest as if any moment it would jump out and run to that person. 


-Pritha Krishna

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  1. Urvashi RanjanJuly 19, 2021 at 9:06 AM

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  2. Urvashi RanjanJuly 19, 2021 at 9:07 AM

    Let me know the next part really soon .... I am eagerly waiting for it ... 😅😅

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