A Tryst with < >

Aboard a train, there was I, seated in a corner. The day was sultry, but I was embroiled in my own eccentric thoughts. A look outside the window gave a perfect picture of the Countryside which never ceased to entertain or fascinate me. The majestic meadow, the tranquil pond, the lonely tree in the middle of the field; everything was a delight to watch. The daylight was ebbing and the sun was threatening to make its mark on the other side of the horizon, leaving behind the bright land that stared at me in darkness.


As time passed, I wondered whether I'll have something to do. No sooner than later, the door to my coach was flung open and there was one beautiful lass who made her way, err, into the coach for the moment. "Is anyone going to occupy this place?" she asked me, pointing to the unoccupied seat. "Oh, none is coming. You can have that seat" said I. Without any lapse of time, any lease of reason, there was a trail of thoughts coming my way to inhibit me! The display in my memory screen read thus: "Have I found Gorgeousness and Glitter at the right place, with the right person? How on earth did I miss her all this while?" A smile can straighten a lot of things, I remembered, again out of no particular reason. I was yearning to start a conversation!" Well, I just wanna say you something...."


But all of a sudden, there was someone giving me a pat. Before I could realize and react any further, there was a dialogue uttered, "Here's the coffee. Good morning!" Subsequently, I was left with enough time to think. "Who's going to call me and offer me a coffee in a train? What's happening?" Waiting no further, I opened my eyes and there I was. The Coffee Cup was perched on the table and my mom wore a smile on her face to continue, "Good morning". A sip of the coffee and an afterthought followed, "Not a bad start to the day!" It was a tryst that was never supposed to be! ;)

- Pretty perfect exaggeration of the untold commotion and I have another post ready to be served! This is a fiction as well (poor that it's only a fiction). But that also means that I'm waiting for the train and the rain of thoughts to follow it up. :)

Gopsay!

Morning of Mayhem

How long would you see the river flowing in the same dreary way! Just get it flooded and see how different the whole setup is! In some cases, trying out the same thing again and again, expecting different things will be pleasant. "Beep, beep. It's time to get going!" sung the alarm on my phone at 5:30 in the morning. With Physics class first up, I was never in the mood of waking up in such unearthly hours. During these times SNOOZE option definitely helps, but certainly not after the clock goes past 8. With the zest, zeal, vibe and dynamism, I checked out of the house at 8:40, exactly 10 minutes after the school would have all, but started. The bike was in good condition (not as in the case of Morning Blues). Silently and steadily I hit the road and was giving Armstrong a run for his money.

Amidst all this, somewhere in the middle of the road, there was a nail that was waiting, vaguely to retrieve the money I had taken off Armstrong [:-D]. I didn't notice this notorious nail, but it certainly didn't leave my cycle untouched. Touche!I was already late. The bike was slowing, deliberately slowing, dubiously slowing. The zest and zeal, notwithstanding, I was in the middle of another botched up affair; not for the first time. With a minute to go for the gates to be locked and 100 odd metres to cover my condition was very similar to Usain Bolt running with his legs tied. The tire of my bike was flat, to say in the least. In an unspectacular way, the tire came of the bike. It eerily gave a big picture of things to come. Somehow, I made it to the school. The bike was sidelined in a corner of the road. My biggest hope was that none would steal a bike with a flat tire. My perception paid off, as I saw the bike stranded in the same place.

I was off, to get the bike repaired. Already sweating and tired after playing Basketball for hours together, I never thought things would be that bad as it was all, but a flat tire. But who knows what Lady Luck always has for me? The person at the garage tired to get it fixed. But the tire was in pieces. Not even a Ferrari engineer could've found a way to tackle the situation. At the fag end of the day, I was left paying more than what I had taken off Armstrong when I gave him a run for his money! It just happens![:-D] If there's a bike, it should get punctured.



- Gopsay (on it.. again)