Monday, March 10, 2008

The Train She Never Took

It all started with the innocuous of scraps. Hail Orkut! Your stumbling upon anyone from remote past is nothing short of miraculous. Series of scraps, fervent replies, the feeling of childhood rejuvenating – The circle spun on. Unlike most things, the fervour didn’t die. The little complaints, held for long needed answers. All in all the cement, the mortar for the next wall was totally bridged. Scraps to instant messages the transition was virtually unnoticed.


As it seemed, there could be no end to talks, came the lull. The period of no scraps, no gtalk pings! Exams! Like all bad things, it had a good side. It wouldn’t be insanely Herculean to gather a force to loathe exams. Just the degree varied with persons as did the language. The end of exams marked the lengthier nights to be filled with so called acts. Coincidentally, both he and she began to talk beyond the past into present. Life of speculations, life of relationships!


The online chatting really does pioneer in getting hideous scandals revealed. For reasons difficult to fathom, it’s always easier grieving over chat or a phone than in face. The case in point was no different. It looks even more ridiculously childish; when rather than drawing nodding sympathy he gets mocking lols (grins). Soon enough the minutes of past and present gets done with. Yet, the diminished eagerness lingered. Gtalk seemed passé! Messages and calls! So much so that the usual decency of leaving out of rooms in search of alone space was lost on the frequency of calls. The attractions seemed aplenty, but reality lay somewhere far off.


Things lead to one another and the whole world conspired with the fate
They were to meet! How absurd did it sound? For each knew the other with flummoxing familiarity credited to close friends. They were to see the other growing out of digital snaps for the first time. It was she who rang up, and fixed the place. He was quite unsure of the place, and loitered around to find the smiling face. The so called mandatory hand-shakes backwashed into a period of nerve wrecking silence! No words, even to the point of stammering!Time eased them through the initial hiccups. Maybe to reduce the state of animated silence, they decided to move out to a quieter junction, perhaps to a food station!



So did they march along with the nonchalant questions of present well being and so on The food did wonders; nothing else could have otherwise explained the radical visible changes. Then it happened! The first touch! She took his arm and gave a peg and he didn’t mind it a bit. When the caressing did melt the hours, was beyond comprehension on after thought. But it did. Everything sounded better from her. She too listened with passion, the things she hardly entertained in chats. Such was the silent intensity!



Seldom has there been anything good about good bye except for debunking the latent emotions The auto drive back forth surfaced the sentimental issues. He was quiet, she was rapt. Silence was to witness the trying hard to hold tears and the patting re-assurance. The whole gamut, ran through months of chat ran in single vivid flame. It felt miraculous to be in each others company aloof from reality. He saw her loosing reins, loosing herself in belief. He would wait.He promised he would wait for her train.



P.S. When people around you start spinning stories, the cult is rather far too challenging not to catch up.

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Kaash humein labzo ki zubaan aathi
kaash humein hosh-o-awaaz bayan karni aathi
kaash!

Unwritten said...

The yarn spins tapestry of memories weaved in silence, latticed in fate and interlaced by euphoria yet awaits the rendezvous or Is it just a dejavu!!

tuli said...
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tuli said...

Nice portrayal of the silent , uspoken thoughts. Their first meet out of their snaps, the initial silence...the caressing of the hand......the not so verbally interactive auto drive, yet conveying the heart signals flawlessly......basically in a nutshell...the writeup is very genuine and simply putting it.....it touched my heart.

p.s: while reading this, the lyrics of "when u say nothin at all" resounded in my mind the whole time.

Anonymous said...

A very delicate exposition of the unexpressed words. The truth known though concealed :)

Marvin said...

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I see that you have renamed the link to my blog to something more exotic.

I see you have managed to be slightly comprehensible to mere mortals.

I see you have picked up a decent subject too.

When and where I see more of such things, I'll let you know.

Prabhu Dutta Das said...

Good to see that your eyesight is still OK,OLDIE!!

evilution said...

And I have finally read it. Feels real to me. :)

Isha said...

:):):):):)

Mads said...

how romantic :-) :-) :-) erich sehgal style re...

Mahita said...

Stunned me beyond words :).

Sashu... said...

beautifully penned :)