What is love for a 30 year old single man who has even lost
the very essence of a first date… Can we fall in love as we did when we were 16…
Is it better to dive in or be cautious… Does age make one saner or weaker…
Love is all about diving in. Even if the first date is at a
crazy location like a railway station. Your first date is marked by the ambience
that a crowded railway station does. But does it matter. The person that
matters is sitting next to you. The essence is what you were seeking for so
long. Then why are you worried. Let go… Soak in the moment because with venue
comes the impending parting. That’s the beauty of stations they come with a
timer. A few hours if you are lucky or a few minutes.
I have always loved trains and surprisingly the not so
swanky Indian railways has always been a beacon of romance in my life. Over the
years across multiple journeys I have met number of beautiful strangers. Some
more memorable than the others. But at heart I hate goodbyes can’t handle them
well. Imagine for me what impact that had.
The fleeting moments when we held hands, the soft touch and those
slim fingers … it felt as if we were indulging in ultimate level of pda. How
difficult was it to look at each other because you didn’t want to bare your
soul. Is this too fast should we wait does this happen at our age… A million
questions…
Well we carried on… in between the inconsequential jibber
jabber time was running out… but as we grew accustomed to each other’s touch we
shed our inhibitions… walking together we started bumping into each other side
by side. The world was slowly disappearing in the background… and we were
standing in the epicentre of a cosmic connection….
Almost poetically at the peak of our attraction the train
rolled in… Well that’s reality for you… we looked at each other and smiled… as
we stood ready to let go for tonight … Did we believe the passion will remain…
will we meet again…will our lives cross paths…
When we could not bear it anymore the Fate did what Yashji
would have appreciated the train started… We smiled boldly to reassure all is
well…and bid adieu…
Moving in opposite directions we carried on… Night fell and
we both closed our eyes… As I woke up the next day I wasn’t sure whether what I
saw was a dream or did I spent last evening on the platform of a railway
station…. Before I could run to look at the platform ticket the only proof that
I did … my shirt had been washed and the pockets were empty…
Alas as I wait to figure this one out … don’t you feel such
a fleeting connection is worth more than a million well organised dates :)
