I left her at the railway station. She climbed onto the moving train as I helped the coolie to throw her luggage onto the train. She had two suitcases and of course, her bag. The two suitcases were quite heavy as she was going to complete her studies to Kolkata. The Bengali gullible nature, she had thought, might suit her. The coolie, a man with great optimism, smiled as he pushed the second suitcase onto the train. I asked the coolie to wait, as I climbed up the train.
The train was speeding up. and it looked as it may anytime leave the station. Ignoring all the noises, I looked into her eyes. Her expressions had changed from excitement to anger. Her eyebrows were raised. I knew that I must get down early, because, it may happen so that I might leave the station along with the train. All I wanted was a brief hug, and positively, wish her best of luck. I just wanted to make her comfortable. In that moment when I was with her. But instead of doing that, I very quietly, pulled her suitcase and went inside. I found a single seat empty in the first compartment. The seat belonged to her. . .I sighed. . .
As I pushed the luggage under her seat I looked at her again. Her face did not even mention that she was going to leave me. Her face on which I was expecting a drop of tear, did not moisten its eyes. The face of her, which had become my only favorite thing to see didn't even look at me into my eyes. A bit of anger had resided on her face. But I wanted the opposite, I wanted a smile on her face.
Though the only thing she did was she asked me to get off the train as fast as I could, unless I may be inside the train for next one hour. Suddenly, through the foggy window of the coach I saw yellow painted board on which was beautifully engraved "Lucknow Junction". I immediately rushed out of the gate and landed on the platform, but still I was running along with the train. As I stopped, I turned my eyes to the same door of the coach. What I saw was a bearded man with a black coat standing on the door. I paused. My eyes began trailing the same door. I stood there for at least six minutes to witness any kind of love which perhaps, I thought, I may see. I wanted, yes, I wanted to see her bidding be good bye. Any kind of affection, any kind of love, any kind of friendship or any kind of result for my love from my sweetheart, I wanted to see, but, I admit, I partially saw what I desired, that the coolie came running to me, satisfied all my yearnings, and I, foolishly, turned to him, and smiled, and with great effort opened my mouth just to say,
"Thank You........!"
As I pushed the luggage under her seat I looked at her again. Her face did not even mention that she was going to leave me. Her face on which I was expecting a drop of tear, did not moisten its eyes. The face of her, which had become my only favorite thing to see didn't even look at me into my eyes. A bit of anger had resided on her face. But I wanted the opposite, I wanted a smile on her face.
Though the only thing she did was she asked me to get off the train as fast as I could, unless I may be inside the train for next one hour. Suddenly, through the foggy window of the coach I saw yellow painted board on which was beautifully engraved "Lucknow Junction". I immediately rushed out of the gate and landed on the platform, but still I was running along with the train. As I stopped, I turned my eyes to the same door of the coach. What I saw was a bearded man with a black coat standing on the door. I paused. My eyes began trailing the same door. I stood there for at least six minutes to witness any kind of love which perhaps, I thought, I may see. I wanted, yes, I wanted to see her bidding be good bye. Any kind of affection, any kind of love, any kind of friendship or any kind of result for my love from my sweetheart, I wanted to see, but, I admit, I partially saw what I desired, that the coolie came running to me, satisfied all my yearnings, and I, foolishly, turned to him, and smiled, and with great effort opened my mouth just to say,
"Thank You........!"
