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She was beautiful, more than her pics had said all over the days which I had waited just to see her. Our first meet was very filmy. Trailers of CHENNAI EXPRESS were buzzing all over the country and we too like Deepika and SRK met in a train.

It was not Chennai express rather it was a passenger attached with wagons of different name plates. Some read Vijayawada express, some were just confined to their codes. It was an hour late and it stopped in Kyatsandra, the two significant reasons which made everyone recognize that it was a passenger train. There is one more characteristic of Indian passenger trains, it carries thrice the passengers of its capacity.

To my luck, there were very less passengers that day that travelled away from Bengaluru. It was Thursday, middle of the working week, I think everyone were busy in their work. Whatever may be the reason I was happy because the train was not crowded. There are many instances in this description in which I say I am happy, please understand it or just leave it don’t pose any questions please. I had confirmed this with her before going to meet her through SMS’s. I have never sent any short message through this Short Message Service. My messages always get the answers for all W-H questions about any incident to my knowledge. People think it’s better to make a call than wasting all our time typing, I disagree, how to make them understand that many words are sweeter to read than to hear.

I never knew that I would meet her so soon. Somehow the awaited day dawned with a little shower. I said awaited, yeah of course I had awaited years together to meet her but this was not shown in any of my behavior when I went on to greet her with a “Hi”. I don’t know the reason; maybe I was too much excited that I didn’t know what was happening.

This was what happened that day… She had asked me to meet her in the railway station the next day if it was possible for me. She was travelling to her hometown. I ignored her at once thinking that it would not be so wise to travel six kilometers to meet my friend for less than six minutes. She agreed, may be with a dislike but she agreed. She is my best friend and the one among the two girls I know. I knew it would never be possible to meet her if I had let this chance go but I was not into meeting her in the railway station for only a few minutes. Hmm… I had let this go out of mind. I was just back from a long walk when I saw the message from her which said that she would be travelling by a passenger/shuttle train. Now something came to my mind. There was a chance for me if the train would stop at kyatsandra, the nearest stop to my home. Now I gave her a positive reply that I may meet her if everything goes right tomorrow. She said ok and was worried much about how, when I would meet her, the common tendency of girls out of fear. I just asked her to stay calm and assured her that my plans completely depended on the situations and the happenings and it may also happen that I couldn’t meet her but I had decided. I didn’t plan much that night but just slept. Some txts were exchanged between us that night which are not worth mentioning.

My long jogs and tiresome play made me have a nice a sleep that night. The ground was wet the next morning at 5am after a little shower. After getting fresh I left her a message asking her to send the exact place where I could find her if I could come to the station. She was sleeping and didn’t reply, as expected. I took my cell and went to call my friend. He too was still sleeping, I woke him up left my cell in his home hoping that we could come back by 8.30, the time at which the train would reach kyatsandra. I had planned that I would directly run back to kyathsandra station, get into it and get down in the Tumkur station, the next stop. Something made me tell my friend all this stuff. As all idiot friends do, he too asked me who she was. I lied him that she was my Navodaya friend. Actually, my logic was right. I never told him that she studied with me in Navodaya. He accepted and didn’t carry this too long. I was left with a sigh of relief. He kept reminding me the time all over our run and I was left with nothing other than to reply him back with a smile. We completed our exercises and returned to his home and it was 8.30. He had told me that he would drop me on his bike to the station if it was late while returning back home. Now I was getting sure that I would definitely meet her today.

When we returned back home I saw my cell to check all the whereabouts of her. To my surprise, her message said that the train had just left Yeshwanthpur. I calculated and decided that the train would arrive here by 9.15. I told my friend what had happened and made my way back to my home hoping to get ready by 9 and rush to the station. I got back home and told my mom that some friend of mine is coming by this 9.15 train and I was to meet him at any cost. At first she denied as why to go there and meet HIM for only few minutes. Now I had make my convincing skills work. I convinced her and took bath had breakfast with half an hour and seeing my hurry burry she asked me to take my uncles bike to get to the station. I was trapped. How can I take the bike if I had to travel for a while in the train? I told her that uncle might need the bike and I can’t return back early. I made many other excuses and finally she said “do whatever you want” and asked me when I would be returning. I said, after an hour. She asked no more questions and let me.

I came running on the track towards the station. U don’t call it a run if u were in sports dress with shoes but for a person who is dressed well in jeans and sandals it was a run. Thoughts kept bouncing in my head that it would be so nice if I would get her something. Something like a chocolate but who had the time. I had the time only to think all these while running. Remind you, I was running on a track and how I buy anything. I kept running. In between all these I had managed to get replies from her about the stations she reached. Consequently, I sped up. Ran and ran and I reached the station. The strange thing that I would tell you know here that I had never let her know that I was to get into the train in this stop. I was just let messaging her in way that could make her sure that I was to meet her only in the Tumkur station. But she never let me escape from her question that where would I meet her, in kyatsandra or in the Tumkur. I finally had to bow to her plead after she asked me the same question more than 7 times. I told her that I was waiting for her in the kyt.station after I saw a train coming towards me. I was excited, Super excited.

As the train the slowed down I noticed that one of the name plate read “Vijayawada xpress”. “OH…this is not the train” was my first thought. The train stopped with the same wagon in front of me. I was less disappointed and more excited because there were some beautiful girls sitting beside me and were smiling at me. ”no it’s not DAIRY MILK now its DAIRY MILK SILK, a much yummy and tasty flavor.” Don’t know why I was behaving like a stupid, but I just stood still watching them smile at me. Of course, otherwise I would have never bothered to look at them in the first place when I am for my friend to come.

Something reminded me that Xpress trains would never stop in this station andmade me to look at my cell at once and as I saw she was calling me. Suddenly I turned towards my right and saw someone waving her hands towards me. I was sure, she was a girl and she was beautiful. I had nothing to lose if she was some other girl than my friend, so, even though I didn’t see her face clearly which was hidden behind something blur, which I couldn’t notice that time, I too waved my hand to her and she suddenly slipped back inside. I went on searching for the door which was a 22 yards( a normal cricket pitch distance between two wickets) away from me. As I neared it she came to the door and said, ”ABHI” her voice filled with full excitement and no energy. I made a hard effort to listen it. Till now I hadn’t seen her clearly.

When I finally took all the courage in the world to say a “hi” I saw her. I was stunned. Was she the girl with whom I was chatting/ sharing all day long for years?? I confirmed that she was the same girl after exchanging some words with her. From the pictures of her which I had seen I had imagined her to be a small statured, complex fair colored with decent dressing sense. Only my last assumption was right. She was wearing a black coat and I swear I didn’t notice anything much about her dressing style. I am very poor at observation. I know. I was felling to tell her that she looked quite beautiful the very next moment I saw but I controlled my eagerness thinking that it would not be nice to make a comment so early. I suppressed my feelings. Within all these the train had begun to move. What shall begin my conversation with? Confused..this .. no ..that no.. what ?? confused again…

She asked to me weather we would sit in her compartment or just we would stand near the door. I said yes. What was that yes for?? I don’t even know what she understood. She took me to her seat. When I saw a bunch of old and young people sitting there in that compartment I asked her to come back and find some other place which would give us some free space to have a talk. She asked to me stand near the door which was the best place at that moment. Again the confusion began, what shall I talk? Where shall I begin with? I looked out and started, this is kyt.. next comes a film theatre.. I also showed her my home which was visible from the train after 2 minutes. I started briefing her city because nothing else came to my mind that time. She was listening like a dumb saying yes to everything I said. I was waiting for her to say something and when she said something, god I broke my inner silence, I didn’t even listen what she said but I told her how beautiful she looked. She smiled and said, ”thanks”. I didn’t tell her this for a thanks, I just told her what I felt. I felt something heavy taken out of my heart. I did feel very good because for the first time I have said something to a girl from my heart and she didn’t slap me.

Again she began saying something…..hahaha….. I admit, I never heard what she said. She kept on mumbling something after a period of some slow moving seconds I heard some words of her which entered my ears slowly slowly. We kept on talking and within no time the train reached Tumkur station. I was quite impressed by her way of speech; I would say this because I have known her from two years or so. The only thing that was left was to see how she interacts. I didn’t sort myself in any uncomfortable zone while talking with her. I got used to her within seconds after meeting her. We kept on talking until someone signaled the departure of the train by a whistle. I got down of the train waved her a good bye and waited till the train vanished from my vision. I was feeling very happy but it was a railway station to smile alone. With a smiling face I made my way towards bus stand where I would catch a bus back to my home.

She is a good friend of fine. I enjoy her company a lot. I have made a brave effort to write this to her on her demand which she had made on the same evening. Let’s hope to carry the same and healthy relationship forever. We both are from an orthodox family and we know our limits. So let’s understand each other as best as possible.

Yours truly……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..