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Saturday, December 22, 2012 12:30:51 PM
I ALWAYS FOUND THE GREATEST LOVE IN SOME PAGES OF HISTORY BOOKS, MAYBE IN MOVIES FOR FEW MINUTES
OR SOMEWHERE IN A COFFEE SHOP. IN THIS RACING WORLD PEOPLE SPEND MORE TIME ON FACEBOOK THEN TO SHOW
THE GENUINE LOVE, WHICH MAKES US HUMANS DIFFERENT FROM OTHER ANIMALS. LIKE WE LIVE IN AN ILLUSION
AN ILLUSION TO ACHIEVE WHEN WE ARE NEVER ABLE TO HOLD WHAT FEATURES MAKES US DIFFERENT. WE ARE INFECTED BY
NEEDS, AMBITION TO THAT EXTENT THAT HUMAN LIFE IS JUST A PULL OF A TRIGGER OR SOMEBODIES GRACE. THE PLASTIC CURRENCY WHICH WE CREATE NOW RULES US AND WHEN THERE IS NO VALUE FOR LIFE WHAT THERE WILL BE FOR
LOVE. WE THINK LOVE TO BE CHEESY AND WE ONLY REALIZE ITS IMPORTANCE SEEING SOME CLASSIC DRAMA PLAYED OR SOME PAINTING OR IN SHAKESPEARE' S WRITING. BOOKS ARE NOW IN SHELF'S AND OFTEN ITS JUST UNREAD AND THERE WE STICK OUR EYES TO VIDEO GAMES AND STILL PLAY ANCIENT GRAPHICS IN A FAST AND FURIOUS WAYS.THIS WRITING OF MINE IS A SMALL STORY WHICH THIS MAN WHILE I WAS TRAVELLING FEW YEARS AGO, SHARED WITH ME DURING THE JOURNEY. I WOULD NOT CONSIDER TO BE DIFFERENT BECAUSE UNFORTUNATELY I AM ALSO A PART OF THIS RACE. I FEEL SORRY FOR MYSELF WHEN I AM FORCED TO DO THINGS WHICH I CONSIDER LESS IMPORTANT TO ATTAIN A SOCIAL STIGMA CLEARED. I HAVE BEEN KNOWING THIS FACT BUT TO MY HARDEST ATTEMPTS I AM NEVER SUCCESSFUL. I DO NOT INTEND TO BE CRITICIZER TO ANYONE BUT IN THIS MOMENT I AM LOW IN MY EMOTIONAL VALUES. I AM HURT AND I DO LOVE WRITING WHEN I AM LOW SHARE MY THOUGHTS AND THIS TIME I WOULD LIKE TO NARRATE A BEAUTIFUL STORY WHICH HAPPENED TO SOMEONE.
SUMMER WAS OVER AND ALL THE SCHOOL BELLS RANG. STUDENTS FROM HOMES ALMOST PACKED THEIR BAGGAGE AND HEADING TOWARDS THE EXAM SESSIONS. I MET MY GRANDPA AND IT WAS SO NICE MEETING WITH HIS STORIES, YES I LOVE LISTENING TO HIS STORIES ALL KINDS OF CULTURAL, HORROR AND HISTORY; HE IS SUCH AN AMAZING PERSON
AS USUAL THE WHOLE FAMILY ARRIVED, GIVING ME A SEND OFF, ITS SO COMMON BY NOW THAT MY MOM, MY AUNT AND MY GRANNIE WOULD CRY BEFORE THE TRAIN LEAVES, I WOULD ASK MYSELF CANT YOU JUST ASK ME TO STAY BACK, WELL I DONT WANT TO GO, THAT IS MAKING ME INERT. BUT YES I AM ALWAYS A KID TO THEM, THEY WONT ACCEPT MY WORDS OF WISE-NESS, THEY ALWAYS THOUGHT I WAS SMART AND SHOULD BE LEARNING IN BEST SCHOOLS. SO YES THEN I SMILE AND WAVE GOODBYE TO THEM MAYBE AFTER 8 MONTHS I WILL SEE THEM WITH MY REPORT CARD IN THE FAMILY DINNER. WHERE MY PARENTS WOULD BRAG ABOUT MY GRADES AND I WOULD SMILE THAT AT-LAST I GOT TO EAT MY HOME FOOD. SO THIS WAS WHAT MY LIFE WAS FOR YEARS, PATHETIC AND KNOWLEDGE-SOAKING DRAMA WHERE YOU GET TO EAT PEANUTS FOR SHIT LOAD OF WORK.
WELL MY DAD WORKS FOR INDIAN RAILWAYS AND HE HAS LOTS OF CONNECTIONS. WHY DO I SAY THAT WELL GETTING A RAILWAY TICKET IN INDIA IS LIKE CLIMBING MOUNT EVEREST BUT YES IT WAS ALWAYS EASY FOR ME AND I WAS ALWAYS ON TIME TO SCHOOL. I WOULD CARRY LESS CLOTHES MORE ASSIGNMENTS AND YES THAT PAPER WAS EASY TO CARRY. SLOWLY I FIND MY SEAT AND GET MY TICKET CHECKED. ALL SETTLED I RETURN TO THIS BOOK " DIGITAL FORTRESS" ONE OF MY FAVORITE NOVELS CUM FICTION STORY. THEN I SEE THIS MALE LIKE IN HIS MID 30's RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. HE ASKS ABOUT ME AND YA HERE STARTS THE CONVERSATION.
HI .. VARUN IS MY NAME AND YOU ARE.."ASHOK" I REPLIED
SO YOU STUDY ..YES I DO ..I REPLIED
THEN HE BRIEFS ABOUT HIS BUSINESS AND YET I AM NOT THAT INTERESTED AS I WANTED TO FINISH THE NOVEL
BUSINESS,,, HIS FAMILY..WHERE IS GOING ..WELL I FELT LIKE I AM STUCK TO A RADIO WITH NO OFF BUTTON TO IT
YES VARUN THE STAGE IS YOURS AND YOU KEEP GOING.
AS A COURTESY I HAD TO SAY THE SAME THINGS AND I DID
VARUN IS FROM MUMBAI AND HE IS A THEATER ARTIST AND ALSO HAS HIS OWN BUSINESS FOR TEXTILES. HE APPEARED TO SUPER SOCIAL AND VERY POLITE. I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE SOCIAL AND POLITE BUT YES MY TEENAGE WAS FULL OF CONFUSION AND CHAOTIC EXPERIENCE WHICH MADE ME KINDA OF NUMB TO MY SOCIAL SKILLS. WE TALKED ABOUT GEOGRAPHY, POLITICS, MOVIES , MUSIK AND HE GAVE AN INSIGHT ABOUT INDIAN THEATER TOO. I ALWAYS LIKE THIS KIND OFF DISCUSSIONS, WELL I HARDLY GET ANYTHING APART FROM WEIRD GEOMETRY, LAWS OF PHYSICS..IT WAS A BREATHE OF FRESH AIR AND I FORGOT ABOUT MY NOVEL.
I JUST STARTED TO OPEN UP AND TALKING MORE ABOUT MY FEELINGS AT THAT POINT OF TIME. LIKE MY FEELING HOW THINGS ARE AND HOW WEIRD I AM IN MY IDEAS. I FELT THAT HE IS A PERSON TO TALK TO ANY WAYS I AM NOT GOING TO SEE HIM AND MAYBE HE CAN PITCH IN SOME WORDS OF WISDOM
AFTER LISTENING TO ALL OF MY THINGS HE TRIED TO CONSOLIDATE ME AND HE WAS VERY PLEASED ABOUT MY LEVEL OF ANSWERS I GAVE IN THE DISCUSSION. WELL I WAS PROUD OF NOT MAKING MYSELF AS A FOOL. AND HAVING APPRECIATIONS.
BUT I HAD CURIOSITY THAT HOW SUCH SMART ELEGANT MAN WAS DIVORCED ..OOOPS I FORGOT IN THE CONVERSATION HE ALSO SAID HE WAS DIVORCED AND STAY ALONE. WELL HOW CAN THAT HAPPEN TO HIM ..AND WITHOUT STOPPING MYSELF I ASKED HIM. HE REMAINED SILENT AND IT WENT ON FOR THE WHOLE DINNER TIME. THE RACING TRAIN THE SILENCE WAS LIKE PRICKING TO ME. DID I ASK SOMETHING UNPLEASANT ..OMG DID IT HURT HIM
I HAD NO CLUE.
I AM SORRY .. VARUN SAID
WELL I DONT CHOOSE TO TALK ABOUT THAT BUT I WANT TO SHARE THIS STORY WITH YOU.. THEN STARTS THE STORY
" MAROON SWEATER" WHICH IS SO EFFECTIVE TO MY CONSCIOUS THAT I WOULD OR CANNOT FORGET
VARUN STARTS :
THIS IS WAS IN TIMES WHEN VARUN WAS ONLY A STRUGGLING ARTIST AND HE ALWAYS HAD TO TRAVEL IN THE MUMBAI LOCAL TRAINS.WELL THE STATION IS AS ALWAYS OVER CROWDED AND EVERY ONE WANTS TO GET ON THE TRAIN PUSHING EVERY OTHER. VARUN USED TO TRAVEL 6 DAYS A WEEK AND HE ADMITS LIFE WAS HECTIC AND PAINFUL IN HIS STRUGGLING DAYS. BUT AMONG ALL THESE CHAOS HE ALWAYS USED TO SEE THIS COUPLE AND HE ASSUMED THAT THEY WERE HUSBAND AND WIFE. LIKE MONDAY TO FRIDAY EVRYDAY SAME TIME ON THIS STATION. THEY WERE LIKE HAPPIE FACES, RADIANT AND CHARMING. HE JUST CANT GET HIS EYES OF THOSE COUPLE. HE ADDED THAT HE INTENTIONALLY GOT INTO THE COACH IN WHICH THEY GET INTO AND SIT EXACTLY OPPOSITE OR SOMETIMES CLOSE TO THEM
THE GUY ONCE INTO THE COACH WILL TAKE HIS NEWSPAPER AND HIS WIFE WOULD KNIT A MAROON COLOR SWEATER FOR HIM. AS EVERY STATION PASSES THEY WOULD SEE EACH OTHER INTO THERE EYES AND A MYSTERIOUS SMILE. MAYBE THATS THE JOY THEY SHARED IN EACH OTHERS COMPANY. AND VARUN WOULD FEEL OVER JOYED WITH THAT RARE PHENOMENON IN THAT HUSTLE AND BUSTLE. VARUN SAYS THOSE COUPLE WOULD IGNORE THE OVER CROWED COACH AND EXCHANGE THERE CALM CHEMISTRY WITH THOSE SMILES. EVERY NIGHT BEFORE GOING TO BED VARUN WONDERED WHAT MADE THEM SO HAPPY OR KEPT THEM SO HAPPY.
ITS BEEN MONTHS WITH THE OBSERVATION OF VARUN WAS GOING ON AND HE SAYS IT WAS KIND OF INSPIRATION TO HIM BEFORE GOIN TO THEATER AND IT REALLY WORKED FOR HIM
AND HE NEVER TALK TO THEM OR SAY HI NEVER INTRODUCED HIMSELF SO HE GAVE A PSEUDO NAME TO THE COUPLE AS MR AND MRS SHARMA.
ITS BEEN TWO MONTHS AND THE SWEATER WHICH MRS SHARMA WAS WORKING ON WAS SEEN BY VARUN COMPLETED STAGE BY STAGE ..SOMETIMES THE COLLAR SOMETIMES THE RIGHT HAND SOMETIMES THE CHEST..TO EVERY STATION PASSED THE WOOLEN BALL WOULD SHRINK SMALLER. IT WAS GREAT PLEASURE AND MOVING TO SEE THOSE THINGS AND WHILE NARRATING I SAW VARUN EYES LIT UP AND A BIG UNCANNY SMILE UNSTOPPABLE ..EVER GOING
THEN HE SAYS ASH.. THEN THIS DAY HE DATES IT EVEN SHOWING HOW IMPORTANT IT MEANT TO HIM, I JUST SAW mr SHARMA ALONE
WELL HE WAS SURPRISED AFTER SO MANY DAYS HE WAS EXCITED TO SEE THE COUPLE BUT ITS ONLY MR SHARMA SO HE COULD NOT CONTROL HIMSELF AND HE TRIED TO WALK TO HIM AND ASK ABOUT HIS PARTNER. BUT THEN THE TRAIN SPEEDS IN .. VARUN FOLLOWS AND GETS INTO THE SAME COMPARTMENT ..WELL HE HAS BEEN A N EXPERT SPY BY NOW
HE SITS OPPOSITE TO MR SHARMA AND ASKS HIM ..DO YOU REMEMBER ME ..
MR SHARMA ..GLARES AND SAYS YEA YOU ARE THAT SAME GUY WHO ALWAYS STARES AT US
TIRE
VARUN: WELL MR SHARMA .. AAH I MEAN SIR I JUST FOLLOWED U GUYS
MR SHARMA: YES WE KNOW THAT AND YOUR GOOD NAME..
VARUN: I AM VARUN ..I WORK AT MUMBAI ART ACADEMY ..I AM AN THEATER ARTIST.
MR SHARMA: THAT'S A TOUGH PROFESSION YOU HAVE HOW ARE YOU COOPING WITH IT
VARUN: WELL I M SURVIVING BUT PLEASE DON'T MIND BUT WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU PARTNER
MR SHARMA WENT SILENT FOR LIKE THREE STATION STARING OUT OF WINDOW LIKE HE WAS DAY DREAMING
VARUN WAS JUST LOOKING AT HIM FOR AN ANSWER HE ALREADY FELT SOME THING BAD HAPPENED BUT HE WANTED TO KNOW
VARUN : SIR ARE YOU AL RITE
MR SHARMA: WELL HOW CAN I BE ..SHE WAS ILL ..SHE HAD CANCER ..AND SHE DIED
SHE WANTED TO SPEND TIME WITH ME AND SHE ALWAYS COMES FROM OUR STATION TO THE LAST ONE AND THEN TAKE IMMEDIATE TRAIN BACK. I WANTED TO BE WITH HER AS MUCH AS TIME BUT YES I CANT LEAVE MY JOB.
NOW THAT SHE IS GONE I FEEL THE WAY SHE DID AND I FEEL SORRY FOR MYSELF AND GUILTY ABOUT NOT GIVING HER
TIME WHICH SHE DESERVES AND SEE NOW I REPENT ON IT
VARUN WENT SPEECHLESS HE DINT HAVE ANY WORDS OUT OF HIS MOUTH
THE WHOLE THOART WENT DRY AND HE FELT CHOKED
UNKNOWN TEARS ROLLED OUT OF HIS EYES
AND THEN HE COULD DO NOTHING
THE TRAIN STOPS .. EVERYONE RUSH'S OUT AS MR SHARMA TOO VARUN FOLLOWS HIM
AND THEN HE SEE THE MAROON SWEATER WHICH HIS WIFE USED TO WEAVE WAS UNFINISHED ..THE LEFT HAND WAS STIL TO BE DONE BUT IRRESPECTIVE OF THAT MR SHARMA WEARS THAT
AND VARUN HAD NO REACTIONS
IT CHANGED HIS LIFE HIS ATTITUDE AND THE WAY TO SEE THIS
I DON'T KNOW WHERE VARUN IS AND WHAT MR SHARMA IS DOING BUT YES I STILL BELIEVE LOVE STORY ARE NOT CHESSY
AS PEOPLE THINK. THEY DON'T ONLY EXIST IN BOOKS OR MOVIES , THEY ARE WITH US AND THE DAY YOU FEEL IT
YOU WILL STRIKE THE SAME CHEMISTRY AS MR AND MRS SHARMA DID
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OR SOMEWHERE IN A COFFEE SHOP. IN THIS RACING WORLD PEOPLE SPEND MORE TIME ON FACEBOOK THEN TO SHOW
THE GENUINE LOVE, WHICH MAKES US HUMANS DIFFERENT FROM OTHER ANIMALS. LIKE WE LIVE IN AN ILLUSION
AN ILLUSION TO ACHIEVE WHEN WE ARE NEVER ABLE TO HOLD WHAT FEATURES MAKES US DIFFERENT. WE ARE INFECTED BY
NEEDS, AMBITION TO THAT EXTENT THAT HUMAN LIFE IS JUST A PULL OF A TRIGGER OR SOMEBODIES GRACE. THE PLASTIC CURRENCY WHICH WE CREATE NOW RULES US AND WHEN THERE IS NO VALUE FOR LIFE WHAT THERE WILL BE FOR
LOVE. WE THINK LOVE TO BE CHEESY AND WE ONLY REALIZE ITS IMPORTANCE SEEING SOME CLASSIC DRAMA PLAYED OR SOME PAINTING OR IN SHAKESPEARE' S WRITING. BOOKS ARE NOW IN SHELF'S AND OFTEN ITS JUST UNREAD AND THERE WE STICK OUR EYES TO VIDEO GAMES AND STILL PLAY ANCIENT GRAPHICS IN A FAST AND FURIOUS WAYS.THIS WRITING OF MINE IS A SMALL STORY WHICH THIS MAN WHILE I WAS TRAVELLING FEW YEARS AGO, SHARED WITH ME DURING THE JOURNEY. I WOULD NOT CONSIDER TO BE DIFFERENT BECAUSE UNFORTUNATELY I AM ALSO A PART OF THIS RACE. I FEEL SORRY FOR MYSELF WHEN I AM FORCED TO DO THINGS WHICH I CONSIDER LESS IMPORTANT TO ATTAIN A SOCIAL STIGMA CLEARED. I HAVE BEEN KNOWING THIS FACT BUT TO MY HARDEST ATTEMPTS I AM NEVER SUCCESSFUL. I DO NOT INTEND TO BE CRITICIZER TO ANYONE BUT IN THIS MOMENT I AM LOW IN MY EMOTIONAL VALUES. I AM HURT AND I DO LOVE WRITING WHEN I AM LOW SHARE MY THOUGHTS AND THIS TIME I WOULD LIKE TO NARRATE A BEAUTIFUL STORY WHICH HAPPENED TO SOMEONE.
SUMMER WAS OVER AND ALL THE SCHOOL BELLS RANG. STUDENTS FROM HOMES ALMOST PACKED THEIR BAGGAGE AND HEADING TOWARDS THE EXAM SESSIONS. I MET MY GRANDPA AND IT WAS SO NICE MEETING WITH HIS STORIES, YES I LOVE LISTENING TO HIS STORIES ALL KINDS OF CULTURAL, HORROR AND HISTORY; HE IS SUCH AN AMAZING PERSON
AS USUAL THE WHOLE FAMILY ARRIVED, GIVING ME A SEND OFF, ITS SO COMMON BY NOW THAT MY MOM, MY AUNT AND MY GRANNIE WOULD CRY BEFORE THE TRAIN LEAVES, I WOULD ASK MYSELF CANT YOU JUST ASK ME TO STAY BACK, WELL I DONT WANT TO GO, THAT IS MAKING ME INERT. BUT YES I AM ALWAYS A KID TO THEM, THEY WONT ACCEPT MY WORDS OF WISE-NESS, THEY ALWAYS THOUGHT I WAS SMART AND SHOULD BE LEARNING IN BEST SCHOOLS. SO YES THEN I SMILE AND WAVE GOODBYE TO THEM MAYBE AFTER 8 MONTHS I WILL SEE THEM WITH MY REPORT CARD IN THE FAMILY DINNER. WHERE MY PARENTS WOULD BRAG ABOUT MY GRADES AND I WOULD SMILE THAT AT-LAST I GOT TO EAT MY HOME FOOD. SO THIS WAS WHAT MY LIFE WAS FOR YEARS, PATHETIC AND KNOWLEDGE-SOAKING DRAMA WHERE YOU GET TO EAT PEANUTS FOR SHIT LOAD OF WORK.
WELL MY DAD WORKS FOR INDIAN RAILWAYS AND HE HAS LOTS OF CONNECTIONS. WHY DO I SAY THAT WELL GETTING A RAILWAY TICKET IN INDIA IS LIKE CLIMBING MOUNT EVEREST BUT YES IT WAS ALWAYS EASY FOR ME AND I WAS ALWAYS ON TIME TO SCHOOL. I WOULD CARRY LESS CLOTHES MORE ASSIGNMENTS AND YES THAT PAPER WAS EASY TO CARRY. SLOWLY I FIND MY SEAT AND GET MY TICKET CHECKED. ALL SETTLED I RETURN TO THIS BOOK " DIGITAL FORTRESS" ONE OF MY FAVORITE NOVELS CUM FICTION STORY. THEN I SEE THIS MALE LIKE IN HIS MID 30's RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. HE ASKS ABOUT ME AND YA HERE STARTS THE CONVERSATION.
HI .. VARUN IS MY NAME AND YOU ARE.."ASHOK" I REPLIED
SO YOU STUDY ..YES I DO ..I REPLIED
THEN HE BRIEFS ABOUT HIS BUSINESS AND YET I AM NOT THAT INTERESTED AS I WANTED TO FINISH THE NOVEL
BUSINESS,,, HIS FAMILY..WHERE IS GOING ..WELL I FELT LIKE I AM STUCK TO A RADIO WITH NO OFF BUTTON TO IT
YES VARUN THE STAGE IS YOURS AND YOU KEEP GOING.
AS A COURTESY I HAD TO SAY THE SAME THINGS AND I DID
VARUN IS FROM MUMBAI AND HE IS A THEATER ARTIST AND ALSO HAS HIS OWN BUSINESS FOR TEXTILES. HE APPEARED TO SUPER SOCIAL AND VERY POLITE. I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE SOCIAL AND POLITE BUT YES MY TEENAGE WAS FULL OF CONFUSION AND CHAOTIC EXPERIENCE WHICH MADE ME KINDA OF NUMB TO MY SOCIAL SKILLS. WE TALKED ABOUT GEOGRAPHY, POLITICS, MOVIES , MUSIK AND HE GAVE AN INSIGHT ABOUT INDIAN THEATER TOO. I ALWAYS LIKE THIS KIND OFF DISCUSSIONS, WELL I HARDLY GET ANYTHING APART FROM WEIRD GEOMETRY, LAWS OF PHYSICS..IT WAS A BREATHE OF FRESH AIR AND I FORGOT ABOUT MY NOVEL.
I JUST STARTED TO OPEN UP AND TALKING MORE ABOUT MY FEELINGS AT THAT POINT OF TIME. LIKE MY FEELING HOW THINGS ARE AND HOW WEIRD I AM IN MY IDEAS. I FELT THAT HE IS A PERSON TO TALK TO ANY WAYS I AM NOT GOING TO SEE HIM AND MAYBE HE CAN PITCH IN SOME WORDS OF WISDOM
AFTER LISTENING TO ALL OF MY THINGS HE TRIED TO CONSOLIDATE ME AND HE WAS VERY PLEASED ABOUT MY LEVEL OF ANSWERS I GAVE IN THE DISCUSSION. WELL I WAS PROUD OF NOT MAKING MYSELF AS A FOOL. AND HAVING APPRECIATIONS.
BUT I HAD CURIOSITY THAT HOW SUCH SMART ELEGANT MAN WAS DIVORCED ..OOOPS I FORGOT IN THE CONVERSATION HE ALSO SAID HE WAS DIVORCED AND STAY ALONE. WELL HOW CAN THAT HAPPEN TO HIM ..AND WITHOUT STOPPING MYSELF I ASKED HIM. HE REMAINED SILENT AND IT WENT ON FOR THE WHOLE DINNER TIME. THE RACING TRAIN THE SILENCE WAS LIKE PRICKING TO ME. DID I ASK SOMETHING UNPLEASANT ..OMG DID IT HURT HIM
I HAD NO CLUE.
I AM SORRY .. VARUN SAID
WELL I DONT CHOOSE TO TALK ABOUT THAT BUT I WANT TO SHARE THIS STORY WITH YOU.. THEN STARTS THE STORY
" MAROON SWEATER" WHICH IS SO EFFECTIVE TO MY CONSCIOUS THAT I WOULD OR CANNOT FORGET
VARUN STARTS :
THIS IS WAS IN TIMES WHEN VARUN WAS ONLY A STRUGGLING ARTIST AND HE ALWAYS HAD TO TRAVEL IN THE MUMBAI LOCAL TRAINS.WELL THE STATION IS AS ALWAYS OVER CROWDED AND EVERY ONE WANTS TO GET ON THE TRAIN PUSHING EVERY OTHER. VARUN USED TO TRAVEL 6 DAYS A WEEK AND HE ADMITS LIFE WAS HECTIC AND PAINFUL IN HIS STRUGGLING DAYS. BUT AMONG ALL THESE CHAOS HE ALWAYS USED TO SEE THIS COUPLE AND HE ASSUMED THAT THEY WERE HUSBAND AND WIFE. LIKE MONDAY TO FRIDAY EVRYDAY SAME TIME ON THIS STATION. THEY WERE LIKE HAPPIE FACES, RADIANT AND CHARMING. HE JUST CANT GET HIS EYES OF THOSE COUPLE. HE ADDED THAT HE INTENTIONALLY GOT INTO THE COACH IN WHICH THEY GET INTO AND SIT EXACTLY OPPOSITE OR SOMETIMES CLOSE TO THEM
THE GUY ONCE INTO THE COACH WILL TAKE HIS NEWSPAPER AND HIS WIFE WOULD KNIT A MAROON COLOR SWEATER FOR HIM. AS EVERY STATION PASSES THEY WOULD SEE EACH OTHER INTO THERE EYES AND A MYSTERIOUS SMILE. MAYBE THATS THE JOY THEY SHARED IN EACH OTHERS COMPANY. AND VARUN WOULD FEEL OVER JOYED WITH THAT RARE PHENOMENON IN THAT HUSTLE AND BUSTLE. VARUN SAYS THOSE COUPLE WOULD IGNORE THE OVER CROWED COACH AND EXCHANGE THERE CALM CHEMISTRY WITH THOSE SMILES. EVERY NIGHT BEFORE GOING TO BED VARUN WONDERED WHAT MADE THEM SO HAPPY OR KEPT THEM SO HAPPY.
ITS BEEN MONTHS WITH THE OBSERVATION OF VARUN WAS GOING ON AND HE SAYS IT WAS KIND OF INSPIRATION TO HIM BEFORE GOIN TO THEATER AND IT REALLY WORKED FOR HIM
AND HE NEVER TALK TO THEM OR SAY HI NEVER INTRODUCED HIMSELF SO HE GAVE A PSEUDO NAME TO THE COUPLE AS MR AND MRS SHARMA.
ITS BEEN TWO MONTHS AND THE SWEATER WHICH MRS SHARMA WAS WORKING ON WAS SEEN BY VARUN COMPLETED STAGE BY STAGE ..SOMETIMES THE COLLAR SOMETIMES THE RIGHT HAND SOMETIMES THE CHEST..TO EVERY STATION PASSED THE WOOLEN BALL WOULD SHRINK SMALLER. IT WAS GREAT PLEASURE AND MOVING TO SEE THOSE THINGS AND WHILE NARRATING I SAW VARUN EYES LIT UP AND A BIG UNCANNY SMILE UNSTOPPABLE ..EVER GOING
THEN HE SAYS ASH.. THEN THIS DAY HE DATES IT EVEN SHOWING HOW IMPORTANT IT MEANT TO HIM, I JUST SAW mr SHARMA ALONE
WELL HE WAS SURPRISED AFTER SO MANY DAYS HE WAS EXCITED TO SEE THE COUPLE BUT ITS ONLY MR SHARMA SO HE COULD NOT CONTROL HIMSELF AND HE TRIED TO WALK TO HIM AND ASK ABOUT HIS PARTNER. BUT THEN THE TRAIN SPEEDS IN .. VARUN FOLLOWS AND GETS INTO THE SAME COMPARTMENT ..WELL HE HAS BEEN A N EXPERT SPY BY NOW
HE SITS OPPOSITE TO MR SHARMA AND ASKS HIM ..DO YOU REMEMBER ME ..
MR SHARMA ..GLARES AND SAYS YEA YOU ARE THAT SAME GUY WHO ALWAYS STARES AT US
TIRE
VARUN: WELL MR SHARMA .. AAH I MEAN SIR I JUST FOLLOWED U GUYS
MR SHARMA: YES WE KNOW THAT AND YOUR GOOD NAME..
VARUN: I AM VARUN ..I WORK AT MUMBAI ART ACADEMY ..I AM AN THEATER ARTIST.
MR SHARMA: THAT'S A TOUGH PROFESSION YOU HAVE HOW ARE YOU COOPING WITH IT
VARUN: WELL I M SURVIVING BUT PLEASE DON'T MIND BUT WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU PARTNER
MR SHARMA WENT SILENT FOR LIKE THREE STATION STARING OUT OF WINDOW LIKE HE WAS DAY DREAMING
VARUN WAS JUST LOOKING AT HIM FOR AN ANSWER HE ALREADY FELT SOME THING BAD HAPPENED BUT HE WANTED TO KNOW
VARUN : SIR ARE YOU AL RITE
MR SHARMA: WELL HOW CAN I BE ..SHE WAS ILL ..SHE HAD CANCER ..AND SHE DIED
SHE WANTED TO SPEND TIME WITH ME AND SHE ALWAYS COMES FROM OUR STATION TO THE LAST ONE AND THEN TAKE IMMEDIATE TRAIN BACK. I WANTED TO BE WITH HER AS MUCH AS TIME BUT YES I CANT LEAVE MY JOB.
NOW THAT SHE IS GONE I FEEL THE WAY SHE DID AND I FEEL SORRY FOR MYSELF AND GUILTY ABOUT NOT GIVING HER
TIME WHICH SHE DESERVES AND SEE NOW I REPENT ON IT
VARUN WENT SPEECHLESS HE DINT HAVE ANY WORDS OUT OF HIS MOUTH
THE WHOLE THOART WENT DRY AND HE FELT CHOKED
UNKNOWN TEARS ROLLED OUT OF HIS EYES
AND THEN HE COULD DO NOTHING
THE TRAIN STOPS .. EVERYONE RUSH'S OUT AS MR SHARMA TOO VARUN FOLLOWS HIM
AND THEN HE SEE THE MAROON SWEATER WHICH HIS WIFE USED TO WEAVE WAS UNFINISHED ..THE LEFT HAND WAS STIL TO BE DONE BUT IRRESPECTIVE OF THAT MR SHARMA WEARS THAT
AND VARUN HAD NO REACTIONS
IT CHANGED HIS LIFE HIS ATTITUDE AND THE WAY TO SEE THIS
I DON'T KNOW WHERE VARUN IS AND WHAT MR SHARMA IS DOING BUT YES I STILL BELIEVE LOVE STORY ARE NOT CHESSY
AS PEOPLE THINK. THEY DON'T ONLY EXIST IN BOOKS OR MOVIES , THEY ARE WITH US AND THE DAY YOU FEEL IT
YOU WILL STRIKE THE SAME CHEMISTRY AS MR AND MRS SHARMA DID
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