Traingers

🚂-Mo(ve)ments-🚂

🌅5:00 pm🌅

For the first time, I actually felt light. I actually felt like I could breathe without those moments constricting my lungs. I felt good. I felt halcyon. I told him everything. Every single ugly thought of mine.

I don't even know how I did it. How I shared my deepest conflicts with a stranger. I couldn't even utter a word in front of my few bestfriends and here am, I, talking to a stranger about my relationship issues. That too a guy.

I can't even look into a boy's eye without squirming uncomfortably. But there is something about him. I can't point it out.

This guy feels homely. I feel a propinquity towards him. It is ineffable. It's like when you talk to someone for only a few minutes and bam, you feel a strong connection to them.

"Thinking about Evan?" The guy spoke up suddenly, pulling me out of my overthinking spree.

I blinked at him twice and shaked my head, muttering a 'no'.

I put my hand on the attached food table and looked at him. He had shifted to his original seat.

"What is it about you that makes me want to spill everything?" I asked him.

He raised an eyebrow at me and with his dimpled smile, he replied, "The fact that I am a stranger?"

I gave him a look of annoyance. "Shouldn't that be more of a reason to not share stuff with you?"

He plopped his elbows on the food table, both fists on his face, his cheeks pulling up, making him look like a chubby, grumpy baby. I imagined him with a bib and a pacifier. I bit back a laugh. Although, I am confident, he heard it.

He glanced out of the window, at the dull evening sky, with birds flying high, enjoying their days of freedom, before being trapped in a cage.

"That's the main reason, princess. You feel free to share your apprehensions with strangers because deep inside you know that strangers are never going to use your weaknesses against you."