The
Great Indian Railway after so many years, finally put one odd in favor of me.
It’ only in the movies that one gets to travel a long journey with a
beautiful girl sitting right across your seat. But, one cannot deny that movies
are mostly inspired from true events of life.. blah blah.... Any way, let me not waste any
more time.
I
am on an official trip to another city and as I keep running on the
rail station’s platform to check the seat reservation charts, I see this girl,
definitely not from my region, with the most impressive fair complexion and I say
this because even though I’ve seen women much fairer (No racism here and personally I have a thing for the dusky types), she caught my eye. She’s as plainly dressed as possible,
where we definitely can't find such types in the big cities, atleast for a girl
who has such beauty and charm.
That’s
about it and past experiences have taught me well that it would be the last
time I’m gonna see her at the platform. The train arrives and I head to my coach searching for my seat. For already sulking
that I am about the journey, I find her right opposite my seat and I decide for
myself that I’m gonna find not some, but enough excitement all through the journey, that
was supposed to be boring!
As
the train pulls of the station and
everybody settles down, I quickly bury myself in a book and throw my ears into
‘hypersensitive’ mode. The girl is accompanied probably, by her overweight
mother (I leave the reason of doubt as only a few facial features suggest to be
her mother but all the other things point to the possibility of she being her grandmother can’t be ruled out) and a couple of guys.
My
ears slowly start picking up the conversation from them. One guy in their group
happens to be her cousin and the rest his friends. My instinctive impressions
about the girl at the rail station which I mentioned earlier, turned out to be
true. It happens that they are from a not so big city in the western part of
the country and her attitude, body language reinforced this fact.
Now, I
bet had she been from a big city, even with a quarter of the looks she has
right now, she would have thrown her attitude around and with a guy like me
throwing the glances every now and then, she would have been all haughty. But
she seems to be totally opposite. Frankly,
it seems to be a real fresh, totally new feeling that one usually doesn’t get
looking at women in a metro.
She’s
neatly dressed in a salwar kameez, very tidy from tip to toe , neatly manicured nails, skin seems to be no different in tone
or health from the face, arms and feet; smooth as silk. Which could suggest
that she hardly ventures out and might be from those children of wealthy
business/agri families in the small towns. Cosmetics, seem to never have
adulerated her skin. Bespectacled, I
guess only to provide a shield from a guy's prying looks into her brown eyes.
Solid
black stone ear-rings are a bold contrast to her creamy skin tone and are like
loud speakers shouting “look at my beautiful ears”. A simple plated gold watch
adorns her wrist and with not even the slightest of sun-tan further
proves that she’s probably a princess from a palace elsewhere.
Until
here, I keep throwing my spying looks and I’ve still not decided to write this
until one thing happened. We’re into a good 2-3 hrs in our journey which was a
late afternoon departure and the sun now began to set. By this time, I was
perched atop my berth and fell into a quick nap. I opened my eyes and looked at
my watch to check the time and instinctively I look down to check her out,
again. I see not a woman in flesh, but in the purest form of Gold. It was as if the rays of
the downing sun bounce of her skin taking away all the flesh and depositing
pure gold! It was at this instant that I decide to put my thoughts into words. But
again, I hold back for a while thinking what will happen if the co-passengers even have a glance of what I’ll be typing in my laptop? And at the same time I realize that if I
don’t pen (electroniacally) at this moment, everything will be gone. And out of
no where, thank’s to Sherlock Holmes' stories, he lights up an idea. I
pull out my laptop and adjust to this particular bold cursive font on the word sheet and
voila! It's only me who can see the text straight on and any attempts by people beside me
to look from the corner of their eye, will see nothing but an ECG!
All
of a sudden I am like a combat pilot manning a stealth fighter! Now it’s
twilight zone and I see yet another miracle from the lady. The gold is now
gone. I definitely could not locate the moon in the sky, but it's only then I realize that I was looking for it in the wrong place. It was right before me, minus the spots; such was the glow on her. Its absolutely
not that I am exaggerating but truly, I don’t remember the last time I’ve
appreciated such beauty in it’s purenst form. As I keep writing this, my
glances have picked up the frequency quite a bit. I keep looking for the
intricacies of this beauty and these ‘looks’ of mine get interrupted by the
looks from the ‘Overweight Mom/granny’. This happens not once but more than twice.
I take this as a warning and bury my head only into my screen. And it does not
end here, my eyes which are already on a reconnaissance mode, have found their
target- her feet.
I’m
now pleasantly shocked. Not by her feet but I glance at the bottom of the
document and I’m already in the 3rd page, Woah!!!!! “Lotus Feet”, is the my favorite
term of reference for women with simply
great feet. People who know me well from the inside and who will read this
part, will now confirm that “Kamal’s sold”. I don’t now how or from where did
this start, but neat, clean feet for me are one of the most important turn on
in a women. And this one, seems not just any other lotus. The lotuses I’ve seen
until now are something those that I’ve been artificially planted in man-made
ponds/landscaped gardens. This one is that which has blossomed in the untouched lakes and ponds of the country-side.
Right
from the time of departure and a whole 5 hours until this very instant, she’s
been silently looking out of the window. Forget about smiling, I’ve not seen
a hint of a ‘smile’ on her face. Why is she so gloomy? I have a urge to shake
her so violently that her mind would reboot and she’d be normal. ‘Normal’ because
she does not even react normally the way humans do, to the happenings of the
surroundings. The only thing I observe is she reaches to her hand bag to
attend a phone call , drinks water (only when offered) and stares
into the darkness. Yes, it’s night fall and I wonder what she stares into. At
least I am better as I am too looking out into the darkness, but I’m enjoying
the starlit sky as it near impossible to do the same in a polluted city !
And a sudden jolt to my creative flow!!!!!! as I plan this to be a even more long
write up but the 'Overweight Mom' now looks out into small station that has just past
by and declares, “Our station is next”. Dawng!!! Seriously, “Fuck those movie
scripts”
Oh
lady, I wish I could write even more and further wish that you read this.
You’re an enigma and I wish I could find what nothing you’re staring into. They
say ‘good things come in small packages’ and I take respite from this saying as
within no time she’d be gone. And I bet that 'the mirror on the wall' without having the
slightest hesitation will say “you’re the fairest of them all”. And my last
question is, “before she steps out of the train and I happen to see a smile on
her face, what will happen to the already existing beauty”?
Note- This is my chaste appreciation of a flawless beauty. Under no instant I was
imagining like in the movies as I consider myself to be not even 50% pure as I
perceived her to be. But yeah, I wish she’d read this :-) ;-)
