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!