“What happen, Disha” Uncle Niraj asked in a confused tone.
“Manual accident with a fellow passenger.” A sarcastic reply
“Where is my seat?” I
enquired to avoid further discussion.
“Upper berth” Sunaina answered pointing her index finger.
“Oh no, I have a fear
of falling down from the upper bunk. But do I have an option?” I murmured.
Soon it was lunch time & my stomach started grumbling.
Uncle Niraj took out a bag full of edibles specially prepared by Aunty for the
journey. She packed poori, sabji & acchar, a typical Indian cuisine, in
disposable box.
“Wow that looks delicious” Sunaina grabbed her box &
passed one to me. While I was adjusting my area to eat, a weighty duffle bag
banged on my back & my food packet was all on the filthy floor. “Idiot,
don’t you have eyes” I screamed & expected an apology. But the rude
passenger was too busy amending his luggage & didn’t bother even to turn
back & look what he has done.
“Don’t worry dear, we have an extra packet” Uncle consoled
me & handed a packet.
I snatched & started gobbling as my hunger & anger were
both at the peak. After few minutes,
unstoppable hiccups started as I am not use to spicy food.
“Drink some water” Sunaina passed me the bottle. In haste it
slipped out from my hand & rolled back to the cabin behind me. I turned
around to grab it & “Boom” head on collision. For few seconds I was blank and
then I opened my eyes to see the unthinkable.
“Sorry, sorry are you ok?” The same husky voice spoke to me.
This time I could observed his brown eyes with a zing, sharp nose & scanty
beard, gelled hair. He was tall, had an athlete figure wore light blue T-shirt
& Denim.
“Control yourself, Disha” my inner voice. I totally forgot
the pain.
He came close & gentle banged my head again. “Uh, I am
really sorry for that time too, while adjusting my luggage...
“It’s ok” I replied before he could complete his sentence
& retrieved back with the bottle. While everyone around us were staring
this drama.
I looked at my watch & it was 10 ’O’ clock at night. We
already finished our supper. I bend down
my berth to see Uncle & Sunaina were on their respective bed with blankets
on. I continued reading my book. “Darling, you still have two more boring days
to come” again my inner voice mocked me.
The train was running as though there is a fire behind, I had to grasp
the wire mesh partition, separating my berth from the other side upper berth
& couldn’t read further. Just then I felt warm fingers touching mine. I
sprang up to scold the loafer & “Oh no, not again”.
“Sorry sorry, I didn’t mean to do this. By mistake my hands
touched yours. This is the fourth time I am sorry. I am not doing anything
intentionally”. He spoke in one breathe & I didn’t know how to react. I
just gestured with a smile. (Can’t help this time). I pulled my blanket, prayed
& closed my eyes trying to sleep. I could hear some classic romantic songs
played from the other side, which made me fall in sweet dreams.
To be cntd...
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