Borrowing from an American philosopher who said, ‘ A politician thinks of next election – A statesman of next generation’. May I say Ayaan and Driti thought of mere reasons to pick-up a fight next day? Not a single day at college of theirs passed without their fight. Such was the vibes they had.
Ayaan, the stunning, mind-boggling guy. Driti, beautiful, coy & unassuming, she has an infectious smile.
It was the last day of college; they were at the farewell function, Yaadein. But today was different; they both abstained in any war-of-words. A silence had leapt over them without their knowledge. They kept themselves to their groups.
Both looked at each other at once, their eyes spoke it all. Neither of them could conclude of what the feeling was that they went through.
Both spent a sleepless night, gazing at the sky thinking of what their eyes spoke.
Ayaan & Driti were supposed to leave to their hometowns the next day. Driti’s train was at 9-30 AM. They both packed their bags with the confusion still running back of their minds. Driti concluded what it was after a debate among her friends. She typed a SMS to Ayaan before she left the hostel, which read,
“I find myself extremely confident in very strange situations. Sometimes I am not sure of myself. Infact, most of the times I am not sure of myself & those times I feel so weak.
Mere dard ki koi dava na karo, mujhko mujhse yu juda na karo.”
This SMS rang the bell in Ayaan’s mind which clearly could relate to what he was going through. Her smile captivated his mind as he read the SMS. He cringed. He woke up & changed his attire to a white t-shirt & blue denim, wanting to meet Driti & confess before she left.
It was the town located among the lush green hillock. It was foggy morning, with the sun hiding behind the clouds & could hear the birds chirp. It was a small clean station. Driti reached the station with her friends with a heavy heart expecting a change for a lifetime, with all prayers in mind. The train arrived at the platform. Driti is searching around, but with no symptoms of Ayaan’s presence around.
Ayaan made it to the flower-shop to get some orchids for her & left to the station. He drove through the misty roads.
Driti’s heart was pounding with anticipation. But Ayaan was not seen at all.
The station-master blew his whistle indicating the departure time. She boarded the train & sat beside the window still not letting her hopes down.
The train siren honked & started moving, chik-buk.
Ayaan rushed into the station sensing that he was running out of time, as the train had just started to gain momentum. The bogie she was in just crossed by him & she saw him through the window. He stood there helpless in distress. All he could do is see the train whistling into the tunnel of the fog-clad hillocks. His voice shriveled & fell on his knees with flowers in his hand.
"Milna Ittefaq, Bichadna tha nasib; Wo door ho gaye jo the dil ke kareeb“
He typed –
“Kashti behati hain kinare ki talaash mein,Log bichadte hin milne ki aas mein.
Wonderful ppl r hard 2 find, u seem 2 b 1 of them..”& sent it across to her.
She had silent tears rolling down her cheek. He sat there at the station waiting….
PS : Loosely Inspired by a real experience.
PPS : Apologies if its a long read.
PPPS : Awakening the dead-cells of mine for some creativity
