Edited by Kiara Lakdawala
“ “A school trip is on board, sir. It’s a ritual now. Kids these days don’t understand the significance of honoring ‘limit’ ”, the Chaiwala answered my query of the chain pulling.
It had been a quarter now since the train had abruptly paused its motion. “Hello!” the woman on the neighboring seat greeted in the most humble way humanly possible.
“Hi!” I tried to be as gentlemanly as I could.
“I was five when I last had a few chunks of nature and its sceneries; I was hoping if you could narrate the one outside to me.”I understood that she had been a victim of misfortune at the age of five, and it took her vision.
“Would love to” I had always been a kind-hearted person. Also, the job excited me.
“We’re hanging 500 feet above the Chenab River, on the railway bridge.” I begin.
“It must be straight out of the tales they keep telling, isn’t it?” The Chenab Stories were pretty popular in our childhood days. I could feel the excitement and curiosity in her voice.
“Indeed.” I maintained my gentleman-ism.
“There are hundreds of birds flying past us,” I shouted in excitement.
“It’s autumn; they must be migrating.”She was full of knowledge and felt maternal.
“How lucky we are to witness such miracles, aren’t we?” I thought out loud, involuntarily.
“We are. Sir, I have no intentions of flirting, but I can feel a connection with you. We have something in common.”She spoke her heart out. No wonder, why she was so charming.
“Don’t worry Madam. I feel you.” I gave in.
“At this point of life, what else does one want but a date with nature?” Nature always excited me.
“Tell me more.” She was curious.
“That’s all I can tell you right now” Unfortunately.
“Isn’t there a highway towards our right? I can hear the blows of cars and trucks. ” Her question certified her hearing and deducing ability.
“Is there? I thought it was only a car passing by, wandering around. My ears aren’t as good as they used to be, you see?”My answer certified my incomplete senses.
“A moment of silence to awkwardness” I confirmed her deduction. She now knew what we had in common.
I wish I could see the expression on her face at that exact moment. Nevertheless, now that I think about it while holding her hand on a Sunday morning walk, it really doesn’t matter. ”
He tucks his grandchildren into bed, kisses their foreheads and as he walks back to his room, he finds her still awake. Holding his hand, his wife whispers in excitement “My turn, Love! Tell me how we met!”