Traingers

?Food-tracks?

🌌8:30 pm🌌

The dimpled guy and I talked for about 30 minutes about our favourite books, favourite authors, favourite quotes and poems.

I haven't talked about anything so excitedly since so many days. It made me realise how much I miss my old self. And how much I yearn to go away to those days.

My stomach grumbled as I realised that I haven't eaten anything since 1 pm. I was never much of a foodie. I ate food just to survive. I don't get cravings like other people do. It's normal, isn't it?

"I have some sandwiches handy. Do you want to eat them." The guy asked, removing a packed cheese sandwich from his bag and giving it to me.

I was about to refuse but my stomach wasn't in a mood to coordinate with my manners. It growled loudly. I gave him a sheepish smile, as he laughed and took the sandwich from his hand.

I started eating while he was watching me.

I looked at him.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't feel comfortable." I whined.

"You're such a baby." He teased.

"We all are babies. We all cry when we don't get what we want." I said smugly.

"Going all philosopher on me, now?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"I always had a philosopher side in me. It made a debut during my depressive phase." I said, munching on my sandwich.

"So what are you going to do when you reach your destination?" He asked me, curious to know.

"I don't have a plan but I have enough money." I winked at him.

He laughed at my indirect response.

"So you just ran away without any plans?"

I smiled at him.

"Sometimes, having no plans is the best plan."