While my sight was slipping through the faces of a bunch of gorgeous “Kottayam Achayati” girls who were waiting for the Sabhari express at the railways just like me, I found someone throwing her stare quite often at me with a red check shirt which seemed well fitted for her fair lean body and a light blue denim jean to make her perfectly beautiful.
She was accompanied by her “Not so aged mother” who seemed very responsible and tensed while advising, laughing talking and making some kind of weird expression which I could not figure out. I understood that the girl with the red shirt is a student studying outside Kerala.
The scheduled train arrived at an unscheduled timing, to cut down the restlessness of the crowd waiting, blowing and spreading the dust on the air and of course to our nostrils. As I was getting in I checked the second door to realize that the girl is getting into the same bogie.
I forgot to tell, I had a company with me till my destination who is my friend. And so,we started searching for a space that might occupy us which was not in vain as we found the space sooner in the third compartment itself. Fortunately, the red shirt girl had her reservation on the left corner of where we sat. The train started moving as she waved hands to her mom right after a flying kiss and she looked at me. It seemed she needed to ask me something.
A couple of girls were roaming around for seats and some of them fixed themselves in the upper berth where she sits and the upper berth opposite to mine.
She looked at me again which made me smile and it led her to smile back at me. My ear phones sang a song for me at that time “Hey, hey, hey, it’s a beautiful day; I can’t stop myself from smiling”.
She took a couple of books from the bag which seemed like textbooks and a couple of pens from a “girly pouch” that she carried. Is she going to study in the train? No, No way. She started drawing something on the notebook hastefully. The girls sat in the upper berth started researching on what she was doing and laughing at her studiousness in a sarcastic way secretly.
She was not looking at me any more now as she was concentrating on her studies. Some thing was making me not to keep my eyes off her.She is different.She looks different.Was that the reason?
Even a beautiful diamond fitted in her pierced nose seemed overshadowed by the sparkling of her face in the balmy day light hit on her through window. It seemed she saw me looking at her. She smiled spreading her beautiful red lips evenly. A black mole on the lower lips increased its beauty even more.
“Hey, we have reached Ernakulam”. It was my friend who shouted at me as she happened to know I was not aware of that fact. The train hauled with a sudden jerk with a weird sound as I stood up to walk to the door to alight, she asked me wearing a smile on her beautiful face,
“Are you Sameera? Sravan’s elder sister?”
I said “Yea,How do you know?”
She answered pleasantly chuckling “I am his friend, we have met a couple of years before”
I heard the shriek whistle blowing from the engine of the train to warn the passengers as she waved her hands .I smiled at her and alighted.
