Yes, never expected to see him. That too at a time, when required most (i guess).
One hour earlier:
Sitting at a coffee bar in outer circle, Connaught Place, a disgruntled feeling was seizing my heart as if losing someone without whom life would be tough to live. Somehow unwillingly, convincing my mellow stupid heart defying my feelings, I left the place for railway station.
Presently looking at the entrance of station with virtually closed mind, expecting no one to see me no one to catch me amidst this storm, yet i saw the unforgettable face of my friend. I doubt I ever considered him my friend, he was unarguably the best guy during the four years of my graduation. In no time, i hugged him from behind as if letting the jaws of happiness to swallow me inside the sea of it. That face made me forget the sorrows for a moment, made me forget the hovering tensions of this complex race for superiority.
In one word, I was HAPPY. We glued to our best talks, shared the new things exploring the new life, getting insight into each other's world. I used to ate all his special biscuits during exam days, stealing from his locked cupboard, just to hide the wicked smile next day opening the empty box in front of him. It used to be the best moment and I once again expecting the same from his bag, opened it up plucking the things haphazardly to find few broken pieces of those special biscuits lying at the bottom of stock.
Tears were hard to control, but guys are made to look hard and tough. Hearts made with the sewing steel veins, blood sucking the emotions out of it into the ruthless world, guys are looked over as the hard nuts. I was never an exception in this cat-walk, simply hiding my emotions with a ruthless sneering smile yet eyes betraying the heart. I loved that one hour meet. Thanks the heavens and Indian railways, I cherished every beloved moment of my four best years in that one hour meet.
And I left for my home, my own home where everybody is just mine :)
Next day, Missing that coffee bar the least, I was playing with my little cousin under the blue roof of endless heaven, as if reciprocating my happiness into the abundance of sky !!
One hour earlier:
Sitting at a coffee bar in outer circle, Connaught Place, a disgruntled feeling was seizing my heart as if losing someone without whom life would be tough to live. Somehow unwillingly, convincing my mellow stupid heart defying my feelings, I left the place for railway station.
Presently looking at the entrance of station with virtually closed mind, expecting no one to see me no one to catch me amidst this storm, yet i saw the unforgettable face of my friend. I doubt I ever considered him my friend, he was unarguably the best guy during the four years of my graduation. In no time, i hugged him from behind as if letting the jaws of happiness to swallow me inside the sea of it. That face made me forget the sorrows for a moment, made me forget the hovering tensions of this complex race for superiority.
In one word, I was HAPPY. We glued to our best talks, shared the new things exploring the new life, getting insight into each other's world. I used to ate all his special biscuits during exam days, stealing from his locked cupboard, just to hide the wicked smile next day opening the empty box in front of him. It used to be the best moment and I once again expecting the same from his bag, opened it up plucking the things haphazardly to find few broken pieces of those special biscuits lying at the bottom of stock.
Tears were hard to control, but guys are made to look hard and tough. Hearts made with the sewing steel veins, blood sucking the emotions out of it into the ruthless world, guys are looked over as the hard nuts. I was never an exception in this cat-walk, simply hiding my emotions with a ruthless sneering smile yet eyes betraying the heart. I loved that one hour meet. Thanks the heavens and Indian railways, I cherished every beloved moment of my four best years in that one hour meet.
And I left for my home, my own home where everybody is just mine :)
Next day, Missing that coffee bar the least, I was playing with my little cousin under the blue roof of endless heaven, as if reciprocating my happiness into the abundance of sky !!
