I was heading back to Delhi with no real plan in mind. My thoughts were all over the place. I had been learning a skill, and this time, I wasn’t planning to give up on it. But when it came to other things which I started them but never finished them. I wanted to change it.
What I didn’t know was that this train journey would give me something I would always remember.
A Silly Mistake
I had been sitting comfortably in my seat for a while, lost in thought, not paying much attention to the ticket. But after some time, a lady came up and told me, “You’re sitting in my seat.” I checked my ticket and realized my mistake. It said M7 29, but I had somehow swapped the numbers and thought it was M9 29.
I quickly apologized, grabbed my things, and moved to my correct seat. But my problems didn’t end there. There was no space to put my luggage, so I had to ask some people to make room for me. They pointed to the upper berth where someone was sleeping.
I waved my hand gently to wake them up. That’s when I saw her for the first time.
A Face I’ll Never Forget
She woke slowly. When I saw her face, it was like time had stopped. She had pale, smooth skin, and there was a calmness about her that made her stand out. She didn’t say much; she just asked her mom to help me with my luggage.
I quickly moved into my seat and tried to focus on something else, but my mind kept drifting back to her. I couldn’t help it. There was something about her that I couldn’t explain. It wasn’t just her beauty. It was the peaceful, calm energy she carried with her like the whole world was still when she was near.
The Silent Connection
I could feel the eyes of every guy in the compartment glued to her. But I didn’t want to be like them. I didn’t want to act the same way. I’ve always heard that beautiful girls tend to notice the ones who don’t give them attention, so I tried to keep a distance, not wanting to be one of those guys who just stare.
Her mom called her name a few times, and my ears picked it up. It stuck in my mind. Later, as I overheard her mom talking to someone, I realized she was from the same university I had graduated from. That made me even more curious about her, but I didn’t ask her anything.
I couldn’t stop looking at her, though. Every small detail about her caught my attention—the way she sat, the way her hair fell softly over her shoulder, the curve of her lips when she smiled. There was something peaceful about the way she carried herself. It was like I couldn’t focus on anything else.
A Glimpse Through Snapchat
The journey went on, and I started to feel like time was running out. I didn’t want this moment to end. Then, just before we were about to reach our destination, I saw her again—not in person, but in someone else’s Snapchat camera. Her image appeared on the screen for a split second, and she looked even more beautiful than I remembered.
It felt like a sign that our brief time together was about to come to an end, and I wished I could have had one more conversation with her, but I knew it was never going to happen.
The Final Goodbye
Finally, we arrived in Delhi. I could feel the time was coming to say goodbye. Her mom was struggling with their luggage, so I decided to help. I didn’t think much of it, just did what I thought was the right thing. After helping her mom move the luggage from the train to the platform, I turned to look at her for one last time. She was walking towards the exit, probably heading to her PG or hostel.
I turned around and made my way towards my flat. We went in opposite directions, and just like that, the journey ended.
The Afterthought
After I got back to my flat, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I only know her name, didn’t know where she was from, but she had left a mark on me. Out of curiosity, I searched for her name on Instagram, hoping to find something, but I came up empty.
I didn’t know why I felt so connected to her in those few hours. It wasn’t just her looks. There was something more. Maybe it was the way she carried herself, or the way I could feel her presence in the room. It felt special, even though I had only known her for a short time.
Some Stories Just Fade Away
Not every story has a perfect ending. Sometimes, people meet for a short moment, and that’s it. Our paths may never cross again. That’s exactly how it was with her. She was a part of my journey for just a few hours, but those hours meant something to me.
As I sat down in my flat, I smiled to myself. Sometimes, it’s not about the ending. It’s about the experience of the journey, and the people you meet along the way. Even though we’ll probably never meet again, I’ll always remember the girl I met on the train, even if it was only for a short while.
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