It was when I was crossing the compartments of the train to reach mine, I saw his face, it was not too smart, cute might be but there was something else in that face, it was like a face taken out of a sketch book of some artist only prominent outline, clear and sparkling eyes, soft lips like you might leave a spot when touch, and rest no line, no spot, just his face, there was something in it, our eyes met and then suddenly I was not able to take it off, that perfection a flawless creation of god.
But thinking about his face only I went ahead for my coach but by luck the shutter was down, I had to return but when I was passing by there was feel within don’t know what as I crossed him I heard someone say “looking for something dear girl?” though he might have been 26 or 27, and I am sure it was not his voice but I turned and looked at him and suddenly I realized god I can’t be that stupid to keeping staring him again, he was looking at me too but still no smile no anger no attitude just a picture of perfection a softness staring back at me, I realized an uncle sitting in front of him was talking to me, about what I don’t know I was dumb founded, I told him that I need to go to ac-2 for Jabalpur but shutters down. He told me “you have to wait for Mathura till then train won’t stop , why don’t you sit with us on this seat as we are also not having a confirmed seat”(yes, all those who have had no luck that day or some who were lucky like me to get a waiting no.), I said ok normally but inside was busting with laugh , god is great me and him just sitting face to face, just to make sure for how many minutes I can see him more I asked the uncle “how many hours will it take for Mathura to come?”, god was with me as he said “at least 3 hours beta” and then that statue gave an acknowledging smile, I could have gone down on my knees and started praying to god for being so generous if I could have but thought later
I cant forget his coming from behind and keeping his hand on my shoulders and asking “so, what can I get for you”, the first words of his, that he spoke to me, just before and after a series of smiles, sometimes on sharing the place with no’s increasing, sometimes on stupidity of others, sometimes on such a beautiful and romantic weather, sometime on his hairs flying and coming on his face, and other times just don’t know why, I still see the same face when I close my eyes , I want to touch it, to kiss those eyes, to touch those lips, to touch his cheeks, to sit with his arms around, but that’s all I am left with the image of love, memory of a face and nothing else, no name, no., just this much that the love of god leys in Delhi.
