It was a bright Wednesday morning of the third week of June 2011, when I first saw her at the Dadar railway station. A simple looking girl with not to much of makeup on face. She wore plain blue jeans with black T-shirt and sport shoes. Standing near second class ladies compartment under the main bridge of platform no. 2 in the Western lane. She stood erect with her head pointing towards the ground, lost deep in her own dream world.
I walk from her side thinking she will notice me, but in vain. It made no difference to her of the world noticing her presence in that crowded platform. I went a little ahead of her and kept staring from a distance where the railway canteen is situated. The crowded platform, loud announcements, running local train seems all wasted as they make no difference to break her thoughts. Her soft white nose had turned apple red as the drop of tears keep flowing from her eyes. Don't know why girls look extremely beautiful when their silent eyes do the talking more then their mouth. It was clear that the sorrow she carries in heart is deep and wanted to come out like a tsunami in the ocean.
I was still lost in her while suddenly; I heard an announcement that the next train on platform no. 2 will be Churchgate slow at 10.25 am. It was almost 35 minutes passed, I have been staring her. My best buddies Hamid and Rajesh who travel daily with me to work, shock me and said, time to catch train, stop staring and let’s move… she is not meant for you. At the same time my phone bill rang and the display shows it was my boss, I answered the call. Marial, where are you? Was the first thing I heard in the loud voice after my good morning wish to him. Central trains are running late sir, was my quick answer to his but obvious question. And an easy way to escape his high voltage questions. Will be in office in next 30 minutes - I said and hanged up the call.
My whole attention was on her moves while I was still talking on the phone. A few minutes later a boy came running from the same bridge where she was standing. He went straight her, as though he knew about her presence in the station. She busted out with tears looking at him. Was he the reason behind her tears? God, if he is, surely I'm gonna kill this bastard for sure - a thought ran in my devil’s mind.
A few minutes later she was calm down by him and they started moving towards the exist gate. I followed them, still wanted to know what the matter is. I never had such affection towards anyone, but this feeling was something different, something new and something uncontrollable. They moved out from the exist gate of the station and disappeared on a bike.
I was angry, frustrated and disappointed, for more than an hour she was standing right in front of me and I couldn't talk to her. With a sad face, I walked back to station, caught the next local and went to office. Hoping to find her and talk to her same day, sometime…
NOTE: This was the first day when I saw her in Dadar station, still more to come…
