It was a chilly January night.The sound of drizzling rain, the sound so profound, kissing my eardrums and sending shivers up my spine. I sticked my head out of the train window to feel the drops.
My feeble eyes encountered a lass spruced up in a white kurti and a faded blue jeans, untangling her curly and bushy hair. Her hazel eyes were too deep to not get drowned in, there was something about them that sucked me in, so mystifying , the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks and ofcourse the little blush that i could capture was a dead give-away. I stretched my neck a little longer to get a glimpse of her face but something hindered my vision.
But the girl my eyes were looking for luckily got on the same compartment and sat right beside me, half drenched. She then started brushing her hair with her fingers, drops of rain still sprinkled as she stood to put her luggage on a storage. Her eyes caught me staring at her. She must have cursed me for this and was somewhat terrified as there was no one in the cabin except we two.
I was too numb and dumbstruck to even start a conversation so i just blurted out, “Hi”.
My heart rate decelerated to a comatose level. She didn’t utter a word, but Oh! She smiled. Her smile could literally melt an iceberg. My body ached at the thought of never seeing her again but i had already waged a war with destiny to make her mine.
“So thats how we started as a stranger dear and 50 years now she is still beautiful, still so vibrant smiling as i saw her in white kurti for the very first time” to my 16 years old grand daughter as i left a bunch of roses on her grave.
The heart that has truly loved never forgets.