🌅7:30 am🌅
I woke up to the chugging voices of the trains and the hustle bustle.
I looked at the dimpled guy who was grinning at me. I was utterly wrapped around him. My hands were on his shoulder and my head on his chest.
I spotted a wet spot on my jacket, he was wearing and realised that indeed, I was drooling. I gave him a lazy sheepish smile as I came back to my normal sitting position.
I combed my messed up hair with my fingers and as I was pulling them in a pony-tail, he held my wrist.
"No princess, your hair don't deserve to be trapped. Let them be free."
I listened to him and excused myself as I had to brush my teeth and wash my face. Only seven hours more and then I'll reach my destination.
Time is fleeting. It has been so many hours since I left my home. And my journey is now one-fourth complete.
As I came back to my seat, I saw him packing his bags. My heart started sinking and I now felt this gnawing feeling in my heart.
"Where are you going?" I asked him.
"Out to discover." He replied, still packing his bags.
"Huh?" I asked confusedly.
"There's a broken track ahead and so the train is going to halt at Toria for two hours."
"Oh my god. Our train is delayed by two hours?" I asked, groaning in frustration.
"Yes." As soon as he replied, the train came to a halt.
I stood there wondering what I was going to do for two hours. My temporary companion is going too. What am I supposed to do now? I read that whole book and I did not bring some other book to keep me occupied.
I am sure that the news' headlines will be: A 19-year old girl died of boredom.
As my companion walked out of our cabin, I sighed in annoyance. Great. Now I am totally alone. Alone with my negative thoughts and paranoia.
When I turned around, trying to search my bag, I heard him say, "Princess, I've packed your bag too. Come out fast. We have to make these two hours of our life memorable."
I stood there, baffled. When I realised what be meant, I grinned at him and ran as fast as possible.
I am going to add an interesting story to my history.
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Traingers
ContoTrainger /'treɪn(d)ʒə/ noun a person whom one does not know but comes to know due to a train journey. Myra Andrews. A 19-year old frustrated student. Your image of a flawless girl. But how can she stay quiet when she realises that life is much more...