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 napkinĀ  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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