Traingers

🚂-Memory-lane-🚂

🌌9:30 pm🌌

I finished my sandwich and after that I engulfed myself in reading a book. I opened the window, to allow the cool breeze to enter in our small train cabin.

I sat there, near the fresh air, the stars, from the sky, waving me goodbye and all the best for my adventure.

The moon shining in its glory, reminding me of my old days when I used to think that moon was a precious piece of gem created by humans and then sent to the universe, as a gift of gratitude.

My train companion had his earphones plugged in and he was gazing outside of the window too. I kept staring at him, his hair which were now messed up, coming out of his half beanie.

I wanted to know more about him. About his life. But he wasn't as shallow as he looked.

He looked like a mere puddle of water but he was Bermuda Triangle.

With his unintended charms, he engulfed me in totally and I didn't even realise.

"I am going to visit my mom's grave."

He spoke up, instantly. I gave him a confused look.

"You asked me why I was here in our question game." He said looking far off in distance.

Realisation hit me hard. As a reflex, I covered his hands with mine and squeezed them.

"She died as a martyr. As a hero. She was in the women's army. She died saving hundreds of families. As a kid, I used to wait for her call everyday. Whenever she called, I actually breathed." As he spoke, I saw tears brimming in his eyes.

I encouraged him to continue.

"She always used to say those three words to me everyday. No, they weren't I love you. They were I am fine. Those words made me happier than any other words."

A small smile was playing on his face as he ventured down the memory lane.

"But one day, we didn't get a call. For months. I thought she was busy. A few days later, her casket was brought to us. At first, I thought it was all a joke. I realised later that death is not something someone would joke about."

Finally his eyes gave away those tears, he had been holding back. I didn't think of anything. I acted on my impulse yet again.

I hugged him. I became his shoulder to cry on. I let him cry. And lastly, I uttered the words.

"She might have died physically. But soulfully, she lies in everyone's hearts. She is eternal, dimpled guy."