Traingers

🚂-Trainery-🚂

🌅6:00 pm🌅

Splashing each other with cold water was certainly not a great idea. We both were engulfed in cold now. We had to go to the washroom and change our clothes because it was getting unbearable. Still, our hair were as wet as a newly irrigated field.

The guy insisted to give me my jacket but I refused. It was me who started the water fight. Then, it should be me who should face the after-effects. It's high time we should start realising our mistakes and stop blaming the others. I was quite sure that my nose resembled a clown's nose right now.

I looked out of the window and plugged in my earphones. It calmed me down. It was serene. As the music flowed behind, the scenery flowed behind with it too. Everything was a blur. A good blur. My mind was free from thinking about my family, my life, Evan and every other problem.

The crop fields were now replaced by lush-green forests bringing a sense of serenity. The redolent of the natural perfume known as woods and forests, gave me peace. This was not scenery, this was trainery. An enchanting blur.

It was quite diaphanous. It felt like my life was a movie. And I was the protagonist.

I took a furtive glance at the guy and saw that he was sleeping soundly now. His neck was hanging. I didn't want him to get a neck-pain by the time, he woke up. And there were no pillows or anything supporting around us.

So I stood up from my place, with my gadgets and shifted to his side. I put his head on my shoulder. I observed his face. I saw a little scar on the left side of his forehead, hidden by his soft hair.

I was in a trance. My actions were on impulse. I brushed his hair aside and I let my fingers feel his scar. Curious to know the story behind it.

His eyes fluttered open. He spoke up, "I got this when my sister and I were fighting many years back. You know our society has made this conception of scars. That they're ugly. They remind us of bad times. What they don't know is that some scars are memorable and worth getting again and again."