
Is there any Language for Hearts??
“Oru malai illam veiyl nerram, Alaghana illai uthir kalam”, the beautiful words going with the hypotinizing tune, seldom leaves us without thinking about a girl. Music ceased, when i picked the phone “hello, i’ll be there tommorow at 10 pm,hmm.. im starting tonight..sure..bye”. With huge amount of zeal and happiness, i grabbed by bag and walked out of my office in the evening. I reached my place to bundle up all my clothes for the journey. I opened my wardrobe,there was a few minutes of silence. Softly i picked a glass article, bought for my brothers marriage, to be held in two days. With high elation, i stepped into the railway station,dreaming about my marriage which probably would happen in next couple of months. My mind didn’t rest and many thoughts were engaging it, unaware of the catastrope waiting for me.
Train randown, quickly i reached my coach and got in. i was leaping over the huge bundles on the way to my seat, which might belong to those, in my coupe. Apparently they were on for a cultural feast, most probably a marriage, I hoped so. The pleasant fragrance of flowers kindled my thoughts which was already dancing to the tunes of wedding bells. I throwed my bag over the berth and climbed over . It was completly dark at that time. But still my eyes didn’t miss that pleasant sight of the silky saree over a creamy skin, when the train moved over the platform. she moved across my coupe, the cruel lights faded away once the train left the platform. i wasn’t bothered, pulled my blanket to veil my face.
Shrill horn of the train, woke me up. my watch showed 7.30. when i got down, saw that red saree again, but this time it was only the saree not the creamy skin. I sat in the side berth near the window. I bought a paper and started browsing it. “our key batsmen let us down”- Dravid;the usual stories, our captain responding to the 95 runs defeat to pakistan. I turned the page, this time it was unsual, i noticed a face starring at me, through the reflection in my watch. i don’t want to disturb things, slowly turned another page, this time i’m blessed to see that beautiful painting, crafted by none other than the almighty. i couldn’t resist myself anymore, turned my face towards her. she immediately turned her face towards the window, bitting her lips, pretending to be casual. The dark pinkish saree, over the same creamy skin, long ear rings dancing over her shoulders, the sharp nose with cute nose ring, blackish eyes under the thin eyebrows, reddish lips and thick hair touching the chairs. Oh! my god, is she a Goddess?? one should be blessed to see heaven in reality . Her cheeks were turning red, as though they gonna burst at any time. She was still bitting her lips to control her smile. “saab kaya … tha” , a voice disturbed me. Back to normal state… “newspaper” i responded, thought he asked “what u doin???”. A big laugh bursted there, latter i learned from my neighbour that he asked me “what u eat??”.. I never felt embarrassed, my eyes refused to move from her. she too laughed, along with everyone, but only i knew the reasons behind it.
“saab hey mera…….”, a guy came from bathroom said. i didn’t get what he said, but i understood, he wanted me to quit the place. I climbed up the berth. I felt as though i was in hell, every second was killing me. I don’t want to miss the glimpse of her, the beautiul art that never could be reproduced by god. He had used all his skills to craft her. Wheres my will power?? whats my sixth sense doing?? self control activities started in me. Umpteen number of questions in my mind. “why should i see her again now, Is that just because she is beautiful? I switched on my i-pod and closed my eyes. Nothing much sensible things were running in my mind but still many thoughts were haunting my mind. This time they were not pleasant but paining.
The train reached the tunnel. The white lights made me to open my eyelids. “with both the legs folded closely,palms tightly pressed over the ears and eyes completly closed, she was there in front of me.Her kiddish fear for the tunnel might be crazy but her gesture was awesome and no adjective to describe the cuteness. I wanted to hug and kiss her atleast a billion times. The cutest seen that i have ever seen, her skin turning red allover her body. I could see her green nerves and dark blood which is almost transparent. At the end of the tunnel she got relaxed still the fear sustained in her face which is almost pink by this time. I also saw the small tear at the conner of her eyes, Which screw up the pain in my heart. Immediately her eyes never hesitated to have a glance on me. My eyes were completly directed towards her, i know she was there only for me. She quickly adjusted her saree and pretended to be casual. Her reddish lips could’nt resist smiling. She started to stare out of the window leaning over the chair.
This time nothing was there in my mind, except to take this doll to my house.I thought she was the gift for me from almighty. My prayers and wishes were answered in her form . I was flying in the sky with the angeles singing around me.I dint want to miss her.
Suddenly things started to get serious. She neither glimpsed nor smiled for the last few hours. I saw some men moving the bundles and buckets closed to the door. My thoughts stalled for a minute.I havent talked to her but she gonna get down in few minutes. My blood corpulses were vigorously hitting the walls of heart. I was completly in loss of words, only thought was to take her with me. But what she was thinking?
She stood up following her parents. I wasted no time to reach her. I saw the tears rolling down from her eyes due to fear, but i dont know the reason for that. ” I like u, I like u a lot….. do you like me??? please tell me… please”- I told her. The only reply was her tears, and she started weeping. She didnt understand what i said, still i stressed her for reply. Her weeping increased with her lips murmuring few words. I couldnt understand what she said but i thought i was mislead by innocent behaviour of this traditional village girl. I felt really embarrassed and moved few steps back. She walked away starring at my eyes, for a second i thought she was expecting something from me. But my brain was smart enough to hold back my thoughts, warning of my misbehavior.
With a heavy heart, regretting for my idiotic thoughts i leaned down. All my zeal and happiness were completely ruined.
NOTE:
The Last words of her ” Tum mujhe bahuth pasand hain! Tum bhi kuch kehna chahthi naa? Kuch Kaho Naa! jalde ! kuch karo naa! ” (“I like u very much! do uve anything to say !tell me ..quick… do something!!!”)
But he didn’t respond …
April 10, 2007 at 12:25 pm
Semma story da !! really liked it ..
April 10, 2007 at 12:32 pm
Tell u what sincerely .I was amazed by the narration. I think ur silence in the class which has added more effect to this article.Keep posting. Great work this one.
I must appreciate you for giving a post too real and too good
April 13, 2007 at 4:02 pm
nice work machi.. but yaar andha ponnu??
April 25, 2007 at 2:21 pm
Simple but catchy narration! Good going! When’s that genre story you told me, coming up?
April 26, 2007 at 4:16 pm
Nice story… Kuch aur bhi kehna yaar … Bhilkool acha hai …..
April 30, 2007 at 5:18 am
Naration was excellent ,,, feeling desperate to hugging and kissing show some sorta kinky thoughts which is far away from love( I would suggest to avoid those).
In the last line… “he” should be replaced by “I”
April 30, 2007 at 8:19 am
hey ram…
thnks for ur tips..but i don’t get ur point, kissin n huggin a child won’t be a kinky thought.. its just because the babies are so cute… she was as cute as a baby.. and at last, its only ‘he’ and not ‘i’ cause its me (the author), who concludes…
anyway once again thnks for ur comments.. keep commenting…
June 18, 2007 at 5:43 pm
Guess am reading this for the 2nd time…the narration is catchy. So what’s cooking? Let me know when you travel by train next time. I will join you! Let’s see what else is happening…hmm..interesting start..write more da..brush your grammar here and there…the story will be just fine for publishing then…good work anyway!
August 19, 2007 at 3:50 am
Excellant narration…. wish u c that gal again and live ur life with her… keep posting….
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