Love - Found and Lost

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 38; the thirty-eighth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "The Woman on Platform Number 10"

It was 4.30 pm in Sameer’s watch which someone gifted him when he was in college. He entered the New Delhi Railway Station carrying his baggage. He was travelling to Bangalore to join his new job where he is offered package in seven magical figures which everyone always dream of, but still he was not very happy. May be he didn't wanted to leave this city as he had some special moments here with someone special and he do not want leave those memories behind.

He walked to one of the inquiry counter to check on which platform his train is going to arrive. The station was as usually full of people, everyone was going here and there, everyone for was pushing others. Sameer never liked crowed places and he avoid going in buses and trains but for some reason he had to travel from train and bear all this. He inquired there about his train’s platform number and if it is on time or not. The man on counter said “it will arrive on platform number 8 and it is accurately on time that is 5 pm”. He got some relief that at least it is not late like usual scenarios of Indian Railways.

Then he started to walk towards the platform rolling his huge suitcase. He entered the platform number 1, reached to the foot-over bridge picked his suitcase and started climbing the stairs. Just then a women unintentionally brushed his shoulder and he was almost about to slip away but he managed to hold the grill. He was about to shout on that person but she didn’t even bothered to stop and say sorry but walked away hastily.

He saw her from behind she was wearing black salwar-kameez and a black colored jacket and her dupatta was covering her head. But her long golden brown hairs which were gathered in a long pony could be seen, which made him remember someone from his college days – his love, his only girlfriend ever, whom he wanted to marry and she also wanted to marry him. They were madly in love with each other.  

He was surprised thinking about her seeing this girl. He started to follow her walking briskly, almost running with his huge suitcase. Until now he was not even sure whether she is her or not but somewhere deep down in his heart he was feeling she is her only. He was pushing everyone who came in way so that he did not lose her in crowd like he lost her 2-3 years before. He realized that she was going towards some different platform and his train was going to arrive in a few minutes. But he did not care about his train and going to Mumbai or his job because he wanted to see her, he wanted his love and life back.

He was looking her from behind and by the way of walking he was almost sure that she is his love only. He called her name but she did not heard, then he shouted again more loudly then before and now she heard it. She thought that she knew this voice and she stopped. She stopped there and turned looking around who was calling her.

And she saw him, her love of life who has grown into a man now who was very slim and sleek in college days now is looking muscular and strong but with same innocence on his face. She kept looking at him he was walking towards her and she almost forgot where she was going.

She was wearing a scarf on her face and he could see her eyes only but still he recognized her. He had spent hours and days looking into those eyes then how he cannot recognize those eyes. He stopped there for a few seconds they were 100 meters away from each other, and they kept looking into each other’s eyes.

He started to walk towards her, she was still standing there and looking at him surprisingly but she was also happy to see him. In a few seconds he was near her they were only few centimeters apart now. The whole world has stopped there and then for them; the hustle bustle of the station did not matter to them. The announcement was being made for arrival of the train going towards Mumbai in few minutes on platform number 8. Sameer did not heard it, he was still standing there staring in those eyes. Like his eyes were asking her’s “where the hell was you all these years? Do you know how much I searched for you? I still love you just like I used too.”

They were still silent then he spoke first “why did you do this to me? You know what I have been to all these years?” He kept asking her questions and she was standing silently in front of him listening him talking after so many years. Her eyes have become more beautiful and deep now, but they have lost something very important, they did not have the same shine of joy and happiness. They were looking sad like they have been through a lot of pain. Even after so many years he understood just by looking into her eyes that something wrong had happened with her. He asked her very firmly “What had happened? why are you looking so upset? Where were you all these years? Tell me?”

They were standing in the middle of the platform everyone was in hurry, someone pushed her and her scarf fell down and he saw that her face had a big scar. He remembered how much beautiful she was during their graduation days, how much he used to adore her and her beauty.

And now seeing this scar on her face he was feeling hurt, he felt her pain. He asked caressing her face “what happened to your face?” She did not said anything. But his touch of touching her scar brought back her in present from the good old days and cutting him in middle she said “I am in hurry now I need to go someone is waiting for me.”

Sameer was about to say something but she turned and started walking. He felt hurt and angry just like years before, when she went away somewhere without telling anything to anyone. He started running behind her and tried to stop her but she didn't stop. He was running so hastily that his leg slipped away and he fell down, he lost her in the crowd. He tried a lot to find her everywhere on the station but he was unable to find her.

He started crying like a child on the station everyone was staring at him but he did not care about anyone. He was feeling hurt and betrayed once again. It was almost like a dream for him that she came once again in her life after years when he was almost recovered from the trauma of losing her but once again he lost her without even finding her. It was 5.30 now his train has also left he started going outside the station and he did not remembered to take the luggage with him which he has left somewhere while looking for her on the station.

All the while she was looking at him crying continuously from behind the washroom. She was also feeling bad for him and she wanted to go there to him but she could not. She saw him going and made sure that he went outside the station. She was feeling relieved that she got to meet for the last time. It was 5.45 pm now and the platform was even more crowded now. She came on the platform and sat on a bench.

Next Day

Sameer’s friend was watching television and he was sitting in the adjacent room still thinking about her, he was unaware about what has happened last evening at the station because he still could not believe that he lost her again he was in his own world of memories.

But then he heard the news that “yesterday a woman on platform number 10 of New Delhi Railway Station has been recognized as the suspect who blasted the bomb in the station which has caused hundreds of people injured and many dead and the number is still increasing. Her bag has been recovered from inside the ladies washroom in which contains a ladies wrist watch, and few other things related to explosives. Police confirmed that the bomber was a girl who was wearing a jacket with a bomb.”

The news channel showed the picture of wrist watch of the bomber which Sameer recognized as hers, he had gifted that watch to her in college. He was in complete shock now tears were rolling from his eyes. He could not understand what had happened and how it had happened. He could not believe that her love could be a terrorist, a bomber. He didn't believe the news channel but he realized that he had lost her now, he will never meet her again. He was trying to understand what her eyes were saying yesterday. He thought that all this might be true but it is half truth and “truth is stranger than fiction”, he should not assume anything about her like this, he knew her better than anyone and she cannot do this.

PS: This is my first short story ever. Kindly, leave your remarks in comments to let me know how it is. :)

PPS: This is also my first entry for Blog-a-Ton. Yes, finally I made it :) I have been following Blog-a-Ton from many months but every time for some reason or other I was not able to post the entry on time and sometimes, my mind didn't gave me any idea to write on the topic. That is why I don't even remember who introduced me to it because its been many months I came to know about it. :D

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First Kiss

 Written for:

Three Word Wednesday

In the dark besides the lake

They sat under a tree

Rain doused the bonfire

Passionate for the love

Being there in the cove

Melting in each other’s arms

For the warmth

In the light of thunderclap

His eyes look naughtier with a shine

Cold droplets of icy rain

Touches her pale skin

They are in bliss

It is their first kiss.

Monochrome: An old hotel

Hotel Mountview was the first hotel in Dalhousie(India).

Linked with The Weekend in Black and White.

Monochrome: Pillar Statue

This beautiful pillar statue welcomes you in the Prem Mandir at Vrindavan. 

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Skywatch Firday: Fields

Captured on an early morning walk in Rajasthan.

This beautiful pink flower was blooming on the hedgerow of the field.

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Life and some blabbering ...

It’s been many years since I had decided that I will sleep early from the very next day. But even after so many years of countless resolutions and promises to myself, I am still typing this post at 2.39 am. I am feeling sleepy, tired and some backache because of this chair or because of long hours sitting on computer. Today, I am awaked till this hour as I was doing some college project work because time is running fast and I have my internals from Monday. But nothing new in this we the college goers or may be just students of my college completes their files and all practical works only when few days are left for the exams.

A few days back our chief coordinator asked to a boy in my class “How much work have you completed in your file?”

He said smilingly as everyone around him was also smiling “Ma’am, I haven’t started it yet.”

Then the teacher asked him very politely (she is one of the most polite teachers in our college but sometimes her mood changes with a blow).

“When will you start it, beta (son)?”

Very audaciously with a big smile, he said “Ma’am one day before exams our files are made always, so there is still time why worry?”, and a big laugh surrounds the whole class and our polite ma’am also started smiling. She continued again with her over politeness “why beta, complete your work as soon as possible why delay it when you have time”.

But we never listened to their over polite blabbers and keep on doing all the things with ease in a slow process as slow as it can and always completed the work when the dates are near or when there is a stick on our head.

Though, I don’t think it is the habit of college or school students only, even our elders the more responsible ones also have this habit of delaying work. Mostly we Indians somehow inherit this habit from our ancestors. We Indians are the most coolest and bindass people I guess, we can never be on time. Few minutes or hours late are common thing in our culture or may be habit of a large part of Indian population. Okay I am not cribbing about Indians, after all I am also an Indian but still we can’t deny this. :P

For us a clock in our life doesn’t mean anything, we hardly care about whether it is running or not. Although I won’t say that all people in India are like this, there might be many of you who are very punctual and particular about being on time and give utmost importance to the clicking of clocks. The people from Defense services are very punctual, they do all their work on time with a grace, I know this because I have been living in a area which is considered as the hub of defense people in Delhi, all from Army, Air Force and Navy services can be seen here in the early morning heading to their offices or transit camps or whatever they call it. (Well this is not the real reason, there was a guy from Air Force who used to live in the house opposite mine and … anyway leave that, it’s a different story :P :D)

I really don’t know why I am typing all this and I advise you to read further only if you have nothing else important to do, because it is all crap. So I was talking about Indians being late, oh no no.. I was telling about my habit of being late. Yes, I am never on time and I think you got to be a risk taker and adventurous kind of person to be late, because you need to cross a lot of hurdles to reach the destination at the last minute. I had drove my scooty just like a bike racer in video games, to reach at the last minute in college for the practical-viva, as my roll no. is 1 and yes, it is a curse being roll no.1.

You have to reach the college first in practicals and go for the viva first in the class and then everyone come to you to ask what the examiner asked. And you feel like most demanding person in class, suddenly everyone wants to talk to you. You hear your name from every direction in class and everyone is standing around you to listen what you are saying. But still you feel cheated (huh.. I have to tell them all the questions and they will have an idea what kind of questions he will ask). But anyway after my viva, I always feel extra happy and say “ah! Finally it’s over”, no matter it was good or bad who gives a damn.

Okay, that’s enough of my blabbering for today.

PS:- Once in months I get out of my mind and starts typing anything silly or something not so important (you must be thinking when did I wrote something important, well I also doubt that .. Lol). If you have wasted your time in reading all this, then I am really thankful to you and I am overwhelmed with your idleness. Please, keep it up in future also you will make me happy. :D

Kindly, leave a comment below to let me know about all the good hearted people. After that you can continue with your not so important work. :P  

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Cloudy Sky in Rajasthan (India)

In Rajasthan's evening sky clouds which seldom rain.

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Lover's Cove Challenge #4

It's that time again! Time to head on over to apd-loverscove.blogspot.com, other wise known as "Lovers' Cove" and take part in this week's challenge! Please read the Guidelines and Q's & A's thoroughly before entering! In short, you must come up with a line of 15 words or less and your line must continue on in thought based on what the previous person on the linky wrote!

Andy

"Behold! I am renewed again, for the spirit of love has descended upon my heart!"

Crystal

"Years, I've wandered aimlessly through the midst of the shadows trying to elude the dark."

Elen

"Darkness isn’t always so dark becomes hope when our imagination wants to look for a light." 

Radwa

"A light that has been trying to find its sight through such darkness night."

Kriti

"This darkness becomes me, I am but the light of our shadow that quivers."

  

Eclipse

"Yearning for a flight towards the dream, away from the claws of fear." 

Lubaina

"And I rise, rise towards destiny till what the heart wants seems so near."

Nilanjana

"Yea, and  so I rise, wearing this darkness that’s also light, like sapphires beyond price."

My Line

"I would rise and fly high till I touch the sky, conquering an eternal bliss.”