A cool breeze flew from parallel direction of marine
lines railway station, as 3.11 pm borivali
bound slow local passed by they could hear the snaps of hangers from
inside of empty compartments which were
wavering as a metaphor for ‘ now we are
free’
“You had your brunch”, he asked an overhaul in his
speech
“Yes… but as you know scarcely my throat swigs
anything while you are on your navratra,
my foot bothers me when I see you without any shoes for 9 days”
“Hmm… you sense my pain …so now you apprehend what
sort of grieving my heart goes when your rozas
are going on…”
They both looked at each other. Eyes met. Smile
hooked upon their face. Both sat looking at sea surface how the sunlight
created an illusion of golden ripples.
“Do you recognize how generous nature is, the sunlight
is blistering, but still we can feel a cold wave…”
“Nature… isn’t that what we are fighting against…”
“Oh two of you after so many days… I was wondering
yesterday why don’t I see much of you more
often” came an intervallic voice of shambu
kaka who ran a small bhel shop
bordering railway canteen.
“Here… one spicy, and other without any chilly just
as you always have”
“But we didn’t ask you… its ok… in any case…” before
he could complete,
“As if you had asked me when you had first time”
said kaka spitting pan in dustbin and moping his moustache and lips.
They both shared laugh and kept behl packet in bag, assuring him they will eat after teatime.
“I always wonder how four years have passed, since
we met on this same platform”
“Yes you were unpunctual and I was the one who
guided you to go churchgate and catch
a fast train”
“Still I don’t understand this timetable of Mumbai
trains, there are so many empty trains running ON TIME during noon, but at peak
hours there is always a delay…and that crowd…”
“You should thank those who create chaos while
boarding, because at that time i have an opportunity to be more close to you
and feel that aroma” he said with a mischievous smile.
They both blushed rejoicing old moments.
“I usually dua,
the time freezes, inshallah, allahtala would make time travel
possible, so we could date back at those happier times when all we had was love
and care about each other”
“older we get we realize how immense our world is,
even a shared love between two souls needs an approval from society, religion,
family…and irony dies a hundred times when these are the same people taught us
what love is”
“When I will meet khuda I will ask him what was his intention when he gave you a
corner in my heart but not in my life”
“Enough of this discussion… why can’t we just book
two seats and abdicate this place which is equipped to eat us alive…”
“Impractical!!! Ammijan
is on bed rest and that mental torture amidst it, when she comes to know about what
I have prepared her for, and what answer will you give to your dad who is so
hopeful about your career, and your sister who always encourages your niece to
be like you…”
He sat there listening and digesting every word he
heard.
“Don’t worry you know how emotional I get when I am
with you...” he summed up the thoughts
“I guess I should leave now, I also have to purchase
insulin injections for ammijan…khudahafiz… ”
He was deserted with thought, Fifteen minutes passed
by he was still there, lost in happier memoir. He got up was about to take a
first step for railway over bridge, he heard a familiar voice of kaka
“Here I think you friends dropped it, it was reflecting
light due to its shine, is this how ATM card is?”
“No kaka this is company security card where he
works, just like identity card”
He read HIS identity card laminated was passport
photo in crisp shirt, and that neatly trimmed beard, camouflaged with that
innocent smile which was enough to make him fall in love all over again.
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