‘Raffles Place’ was where she was supposed to get down when she boarded the heavily crowded MRT on a Saturday noon. Her red suit and a disco belt across sleek waist added to her striking feature. Struggling to get to the other end of the door she got my eyes piercingly focused on her moves. I stood resting on the closed doors to the other end of exit as she embraced the iron pillar somewhere in the crowd. The train started to move…
She turned around to find my constant stare and looked straight into my eyes while I looked away. Seconds later I was naturally diverted to see where she was now seeing and precisely that’s when she again looked straight. It was also a staring glare! This eye in eye out happened for a while. As the train crossed stations people were getting off and most of the seats were empty to occupy. I never moved from where I stood and looked at the iron pillar which was embraced by lovely arms. Sometimes a pillar is luckier…!
She had turned backwards and bent a little to set her hair at her delicate best. But the attention was flowing both ways and each was busy with the other than oneself! I smiled without expression and didn’t know what she was feeling or doing. Probably we both knew our stations had crossed over but stood still in the moving train…
Just in a while the train had reached its last destiny and those 40 minutes seemed like 4 seconds. We had to get down and walk up to the escalator where I stood next to her and those 40 minute old gestures didn’t change. We had walked out of the MRT station and were at the traffic light while she started walking to the red light. While I saw the red light I was already in the middle of the road. A speeding car rushed and rode into us in a jiffy…!
I was hit badly and was almost unconscious even as a huge crowd gathered around me like I was a celebrity! I was rushed to the hospital and I didn’t know how badly I was hurt. After a few hours and post operation I opened my eyes to see my panicking friends and smiled at them.
‘How are you feeling?’
I threw a feel-good smile back at them.
‘Why did you walk against the signal?’ one of them asked.
The answer was not easy for me to compose and as I turned to my right I saw a girl dressed in red on the next bed. She turned to me once again and I winked! She stretched her hand on which I breath my last!
I had not spoken to my wife for past 10 days and we accidentally met today at the MRT. We didn’t want to go our own ways like we had thought 10days ago and both waited until the other spoke, which never happened…
6 comments:
its been a month that u copied the junk stories....and pasted in ur blog. not tat i am missing them, most of the time they were too tedious and yawning...but somehow i still feel their absence whenever i need to sleep quickly. :-)
even i do that for my sleep.. u know there r hardly such effective bedtime stories ;) i'm honored!
Wow enidhu full romantic story :) Channagidhe, I just subscribed to your feed ...
houda moms? thanks kano.. :)
SO So So realistic. I almost believed it until the part where you met with an accident. A big give away! Very well written! Compile the short stories and publish a book dude!
yup you've inspired me on the book for sure. I hope to see it too :)
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