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It was past seven and the evening shadows announced the end
to a perfect day. They were almost at the end of the walk when they
unexpectedly came across an unmanned railway crossing. There was not a soul in
sight.
‘You know I’ve always wanted to do this in England, be in a
deserted place by the tracks just to watch trains speed by’, Krishna said as
they were climbing a small wooden platform for a better view. They sat together
watching trains speed by in opposing directions.
‘We’re like those trains ,innit, just meeting for today, one
whole day in the exclusive company of another and then speeding away.’ ,
Krishna philosophized in his fake cockney accent which brought a half smile
onto her lips.
He was starting to feel a vague sadness engulfing him knowing
that their time was up.
“You’ve suddenly become an old man’, she laughed, pulling out
some of the white stallion’s hair stuck in abundance in his black hair. Her
hand lingered on and she was now stroking his hair, both of them looking
straight at the parallel rails never destined to be one.
The sinking sun on the horizon painted the skies a mellow orange and bleeding ochre red, almost like the colours in a Kancheepuram saree. Krishna thought it funny to be thinking about sarees at this particular time watching a sunset with an English woman.
The sinking sun on the horizon painted the skies a mellow orange and bleeding ochre red, almost like the colours in a Kancheepuram saree. Krishna thought it funny to be thinking about sarees at this particular time watching a sunset with an English woman.
Krishna watched in amazement almost like a third person as
his hands cupped her face. She mumbled something.
‘What’s that? , asked Krishna breaking out of his spell.
‘Vaneesha means blessed’, she murmured gazing shyly into his
eyes.
‘I can see that you have that effect on me’.
It was almost dark when they finally reached the rail
station. The intensity of the day had drained them and they let life take the
lead to inevitability.
On the London underground they couldn’t bear to sit together or
look at one another. Yet they couldn' refrain from stealing glances at each other. She was
surprised that she could feel so much sorrow and pain for parting from a man
she met just this morning. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes and
found he was smiling to himself. These things didn’t affect men the same way,
she thought.
Krishna felt tremendous gratitude and thankfulness for such a
profound experience coming uninvited. His heart was already heavy with longing
and sadness yet he was smiling. He heard her say again for the third time that
she would send him the snaps. As the doors of the tube were shutting she turned
around and mouthed something which he never heard. It could have been ‘I had a
nice time’ or ‘I want to walk with you again’ or even ‘I love you’. He would never know.
It’s been many many years since the day Vaneesha walked with
him just for a day but Krishna still checks the spam folder of his email hoping
to see the promised mail. Why didn’t he ask for her email id or number? He went
for many walks after that but he never saw her again. Why hadn’t she contacted
him? Maybe it was due to her boyfriend whose hangover was the reason she came
walking alone that day anyway. Maybe things were better and simpler this way. Occasionally,
Krishna dreams of a woman travelling with him on the tube suddenly getting up to
go but not before turning around and mouthing those unheard of words. He just
winks at her and smiles.
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