Godbye!

Disclaimer: This is a fictional account of what I have seen at a railway station. I have seen a guy and girl crying and giving each other send-off. I have added the rest of the incidents.

The taxi is cruising through the roads of London on Sunday. Sharaav laid there, sitting beside her, his hand in hers. The hand felt like a connection to somewhere deep down in the heart. The grip of her hand was both fulfilling and punishing.

He knew it was inevitable. The same pain stopped him a million times that morning from looking into her eyes, on a normal day he would have basked in the infinite depths of innocence in her eyes, but today the same eyes have become unbearable balls of fire emanating pain. May be pain averting mechanism is deliberately avoiding her stare. Before he could decide, they reached their destination- Kings Cross St. Pancras. For a moment he wished he did not, He wished to continue the journey forever. But being in a taxi for ever is such a stupid thought, no matter how romantic it is to think. So, he prepared to get down.

She followed. He does not know why, but today everything she does seeming so extraordinary. When she got down, He felt as if beauty personified into her and started flowing. It happened the way they show in movies, he could feel some strange music resonating deep down in my heart as she moved out. He needed something to get him out of the trance, it was the taxi driver. Sharaav bet if he were to know what is going on in his mind he would have never disturbed him, or so he thought- he always needed a reason to excuse someone.

Its 35 pounds sir

He said emphasizing as much as he could on each and every vowel that was there in the four words that he spoke!

Sharaav looked at him and handed over the amount

Could you give the bill please?

The sweetness in her voice has found some internal amplifiers.

Why you want to get it reimbursed in the office?

Shut uuup!!! Prolonging the 'u' syllable in the up in her typical way and slightly slapped him on arm.

Please sign it her, no?

 

She asked. In one of those sweetest tones of her generally reserved for by girls for asking those undeniable requests.

He did not say anything, rather he could not. He felt as if he is facing an unstoppable force. He felt a vacuum between his heart and stomach, his eyes wanted to cry. But he could not, because he did not want to. He managed his cheerful best and signed the “token” for her, which she slipped into her over sized bag.

With a small backpack on his shoulders, his only luggage he started walking towards the ticket counter she followed. He walked slowly; he wanted to feel each moment he is going to spend with her. She did the same. It was 10 in the night, and there was not much of a crowd in the station. There was silence, it was not deafening but definitely killing. He choked first as words oozed out of my heart.

So you sure this would be our last.....

He could not complete, he looked into her eyes, and he finally did. He have been averting this for the whole day, for various reasons, fear of crying out aloud being just the one, other reasons have not found the words yet. He continued.

So henceforth we may talk only over the phone or may be just an email, you want to say something?

She hung her head, he never saw her doing that before, maybe she wants to cry too, or maybe not or maybe she did. He never wanted to see. She spoke...

What should I say? I really have no idea on what and how should I say! Let me put it like this; there is always a great joy behind enjoying things that we longed for so long. Like a mother enjoys her child's birth after 9 months or a father enjoys his son's first day at job or may be a cricketer's first century...

He laughed out aloud, he really did not know what else to do, it all sounded funny to him. She then looked at him half angry, half inquisitive. She looked at him.

You want me to wait for you?

No!

So what all this philosophy about? He laughed again

Do you really want to laugh like that? Tell me you don't mean that laughter, tell me!

She demanded. He rolled his eyes, frowned and asked

What is wrong with you, this was your decision and why are you confusing me with all this stuff? Are you sure about what you are saying?

I do not Sharaav, I do not know!  

He saw her eyes succumbing to the pain inside, they are turning to a tinge of red, the way they do when she controls her tears. He didn’t knowing what is happening, He enjoying this moment, It gave him some pleasure, He was sure it is not sadistic, but there is some happiness when he saw her crying for me. She continued.  

You will leave in another 30 minutes Sharaav. And when you do, I do not know how I would be able to share my anguish after you leave….

She could not complete her statement, she stood there. And at one moment she completely succumbed to the pain, she broke down. 

For a moment he was jealous, how comfortable for her to cry like that, he wished he could cry like that. And his pain is that he has to console her with me having as much pain inside him, if not more.

Each tear rolled down her cheek may have washed time away, thirty minutes passed off like nothing. He heard train service calling for last announcement for the train; He picked his baggage and headed towards train. She stood there motionless, as she was a witness to life's games. He took my seat, and looked into her eyes, my struggle continued. 

In the meanwhile the train started. Neither of us moved, he was sitting in the train and she was standing on the platform, but they started getting apart; pretty symbolic he thought. In no time her angelic figure got washed away by the darkness and he broke down, he cried out in the comfortable companionship of darkness. He knew he would not ever see her again. His life's train has crossed a station forever.