The Known Stranger.

         He was a good looking guy, one who was very much attentive towards his hairstyle cause he believed in the motto ‘First impression is the last impression.’ He loved staying in the limelight and may be that’s why he scored pretty well after putting determined efforts and was renowned as one of the nerds. But the truth was he was never a nerd, he was a poet, a mischievous one, who used to tease girls at school. Girls who were attractive (especially those who were egoist) were the usual victims of his sarcastic poetry. May be that’s why his group was limited to only seven lads who were dedicated towards their goals of lives.

         She was a financially middle class student, a daughter raised with values, pride of her parents. She used to wear Hijaab (veil) because she was beautiful or she looked beautiful because she used to wear Hijab was a mystery for everyone including herself. Undoubtedly a book worm. She wouldn’t even care to look who is sitting next and hence according to his definition she was an egoist.

         Coincidentally their seats were allotted parallely. On the very first day of the junior high school (10+2 in India) their eyes met and they were drenched in the showers of love. She was bit shy and hence there was no scope that she would have spoken to him first. Although he was dashing, he hesitated in talking to her considering the fact about his mischievous behavior she may avoid talking to him.

         The year was gone with the wind and they both passed with good grades. Destiny played her role again and both were admitted in the same college for different streams. He used to behave as if he was her watchful protector and would take care of her like a silent guardian. In the annual college gathering he dedicated a poem to her without taking her name. He called her the Known Stranger. She liked it so much and surprisingly he won the first prize too!! Their love was an untold truth to them. But they never uttered a single word to each other, never talked sweet nothings of love or even expressed it openly. They were happy with the silent love which was blossoming day by day.

         Meanwhile they both graduated. He went to Pune to pursue his MCA and eventually became a Security Analyst. He got to know that she was gonna pursue her Masters in Biotechnology but she disappeared in thin air, God knows where. He had thought of proposing her once he had settled down in his career but she was unreachable for everyone.

         And now in this strange world of possibilities he is searching for “The Known Stranger”. Lets hope he meets her 🙂

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Desire of Separation.

After a big fight with my mom when I left home to travel back to my college which is twelve hours journey from my hometown I had never ever dreamed that this train travel will turn out to be the most beautiful journey of my life..

I could not sleep during the half of the travel till four am and when I woke up at around half past five am “There she was sitting like an angel.” Calm, silent, careless, reading a book. Those spectacles could not hide the depth of most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Her flawless skin was glowing in that general compartment as if Moon has been called to illuminate the world on no moon night.

She was reading the book so passionately as if she has nothing to do with whatever was going around. Honestly she never even glimpsed towards me for the first 15 minutes after I woke up and I was so disturbed by it that I was cleaning the sleepy face by napkin  and combing my hairs so frequently that every other person sitting around would have known by then that I am restless.

When she stopped reading a pleasant smile spread over her face which added millions of praises for her beauty. She looked around the compartment and her eyes stopped on my face for hardly ten seconds.but when our eyes met I smiled at her and she was plain without any expression. She just stood up, placed her book in her purse, fumbled her “pahloo” (a cloth used by girls to cover their head) and sat, that’s all. And I was like what the hell? That’s it? Is this what I will get from her for staring for more than 15-20 minutes?

But I was lucky enough. She saw me again. This time with a pleasant smile on her face and I felt as if I was the luckiest person in the world at that moment. I started scribbling my poem “Anjaana Chehra” and she knew that I was writing something for her. By the time I was thinking about the words that would suit her the best, I found out that she stood up and was ready to board. I yelled at myself Holy Shit and was pleading her secretly,” please just don’t get off the train I will surely talk to you in any moment.”And suddenly her family came into picture. They took the luggage and left. While leaving she saw at me for the longest time she could and boarded Ahmed nagar station. I swear on God I don’t know why but I will hate this city forever.

But God was being merciful, the Ticket checker who stopped and asked for tickets seemed like an angel to me. They all stopped and she again saw at me. My heart was pounding with joy. I tore that piece of paper from my diary and waved at her so that she could know it is for her. She just smiled and nodded in negative. I could not help myself so I took off the train to see her for the last time and was gazing in her direction till the moment she was lost in the crowd to surprise me again sometime.

The world is not that big and the life is very long. I have lived to see the separation, I will see the reunion. And so my “Desire of Separation” is just another wish to rejuvenate the reunion. We will meet for sure, we will meet for sure.

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