Beauty, Enigma.

      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 :-) ;-)