Thank You For Nothing

               It was 5:30 pm of a Sunday evening; I and my father were waiting for Trivandrum express there was 15 more minutes to board the train. We already reserved the tickets because it would be a complete night journey. I was leaving to Trivandrum for my engineering. Tomorrow would be first allotment and classes will start from next week, I planned to stay back to hostel after allotment to save the cost of traveling. We boarded the train and kept our luggage beneath our seat. I occupied a window seat even that didn’t reserve by us.

               It was almost 7 pm I looked around me; it was Calicut railway station; this was my first journey towards south so that the entire place seems to be new for me. I started reading my favorite love story. The train supposed to start from the station one old man followed by a beautiful girl had come and occupied the seat in front of me. Train started, they took next 15 minute to arrange themselves. That old man and my father initiated their conversation with news of the day. Meanwhile my father introduced me to them, I glanced with a smile and gloom back to my book. I couldn’t speak to them because I was living with Ravin and Khushi (Characters of “I too had a love story”). I really didn’t want to distract from my story.

That question woke me up from the fantasy world “Is it a real story?” I didn’t want to interrupt my reading even by pretty girl like her and really I didn’t want to let her down too, so I answered Yes it was.  She took my reply as a sign for conversation because she was really bored by sitting simply; she couldn’t join our parent’s conversation since that was out of her scope. She leaned towards me and shared something basics about her and asked about me as well. I irritated because she was disturbing my reading. But I realized her situation and joined with her.

While hearing her stories I felt like watching a movie. Her gestures, the way of talk more over the expressions, you couldn’t think of saying anything to her if you were in the listener side[you couldn't care about what she speaks, you can only enjoy the show ;)]. I closed my book and lean towards her [it was quite interesting than reading books]. Her way talk gave me enough confidence to talk with her candidly. Time went off  we wish to sleep but we wish to talk too. I didn’t believe that communication is the pillars of a relation but she taught me yes it is. When time passes I realize that we were becoming close to each other.

I woke up from my sleep when my father called me, I couldn’t recall when I drifted off.  My father shouted me to get out from the train since we already reached our destination. I took my book and kept inside my bag and alighted from the train quickly. I was in dopy mood even my drowsy eyes were searching for her. I was unable to accept the reality; did she leave me? or was it a dream?. I asked my father about her and realize that she left before I woke up. I started looking around the station to avoid eye contact with my father, That helped me to hide my feelings from him. I washed my face and we came out from the railway station. 

After refreshment from a nearest lodge we both headed towards my college. I was not in a mood to talk; my father felt it was because of the homesickness. I didn’t fall in love with her but still I felt missing, if I would have asked her number, I might be the happiest man in the world. I didn’t feel to spend time in the new atmosphere, I wish to take a deep sleep to came out from the mood. Finally all the formalities done by 3’O clock in the evening and we came to my college hostel. I was too tired with homesickness, new college and top of that the mistake I made. I sent back my father, i accompanied him till the station; even in the evening the railway station remind me about her. While saying bye to my father my eyes were searching for her :(.

Since the allotment didn’t complete I was alone in my room. It was 6’O clock; I came back to my room and tried to sleep, but I couldn’t. I walked through the balcony, I couldn’t help myself to come out of the mood. I felt really alone in the world, I called my mother and spoke for a while. At the end of the call I start missing something. At the end I decided to resume my reading till I fall in sleep. I opened the last page I read and suddenly I saw a piece of paper which lying in between the pages.

 I took that piece paper and it said me that

“Thank You My dear Friend, if you really miss this friend Reach me on 9567****** ;)”