It is very strange that how a person becomes cynic over the time. Winters were always so special for me and trains running late never irritated me. Today, however, it was so difficult killing even a second in this cold night. Train was running exactly two hours late and I could do nothing other than cursing the ministry and its officials.
The night was getting colder and darker with each passing moment. The platform looked deserted. Already very few people were travelling in this train and most of them had moved inside the station to shelter themselves from the cold. Only a handful of people could be seen on the platform other than the vendors.
I was sitting on a solitary bench in a far corner of the platform. I had been sitting there for last 1 hour or so. But now it was getting difficult as wind had gained speed and I could feel its sharpness. Finally I decided to move from there to some other lonely but warmer place. I picked up my luggage and walked towards the plat form.
This is my hometown but I hated returning to it. In the past one year I had made only a couple of visits here. I had barely spent 3 days here on my latest visit and now I was returning to my workplace. I had even forbidden my parents to come to the station. I didn’t want anybody to know that I was here.
My eyes suddenly fell on the biscuit packet on one of the vendor’s trailers. All this while I had forgotten that I had left for the station without eating anything at home. As I bought the packet and began eating, my eyes fell on a girl sitting alone on a bench just a few meters away. She was sitting underneath a tube light and was engaged in a novel. I felt as if I knew her. Then as she adjusted her glasses a bit, I recognized her.
Priyanka was my classmate in the college. She was a very bold and arrogant girl with a lot of attitude. In the three years of college, she had a numerous altercations with the students as well as the faculty. Very few people liked her. After graduation she had moved to Mumbai for job. She didn’t have glasses then though, nor were her hairs so long. I didn’t expect to see her here in these odd hours waiting for train.
There was still an hour before train would enter the platform. It was really getting tough for me to kill this time. I thought it would be better if I spend this time talking with Priyanka. It won’t do any harm. I folded the packet and moved towards her bench.
She was startled a bit when I called her name. Even she wouldn’t have expected me there in such odd hours.
“Sid. Wow! What a pleasant surprise. I didn’t expect to see u again after so many years here, at the railway station.”
“Yeah. Even I didn’t. May I sit here?”
“Sure. Please have a seat.” She shifted her luggage a bit and I sat there.
Now I gave a close look to her face. To my amazement she looked pretty, in her glasses and long hair. Her face wasn’t showing that ‘me-I only’ attitude but was flashing a beautiful smile.
“How’s you?” she asked smiling.” What are you doing these days? And how’s Radhika?”
“Well, she’s fine. Very fine indeed.” I replied
“It was always so good to hear about you folks. You two were perfect. Radhika is such a lovely girl. You will always be happy.”
I was surprised. Priyanka and Radhika were always at the loggerheads in the college. I don’t remember how many times they would have argued with each other. There was only one person who would pacify them, my best friend, Rajan.
“When you two are getting married? Any plans soon or already did? Don’t forget to call me. And where is Rajan these days? What is he doing?”
“Yeah I will surely invite you.” I said quickly."Enough about me. Now let’s talk something about you. I thought you had moved to Mumbai…”
And then we kept on chatting for more than 2 hours. I never looked towards my watch during this whole time. I couldn’t just believe that I was talking to same Priyanka whom I resented so much in the college. She had transformed totally. Now here was a new Priyanka who talked sensibly, who actually laughed and who hadn’t uttered a single word against any one person we talked about. Even I felt so much comfortable talking to her, though we had very few chats during college life. It was only when the announcer announced about the arrival of the train did we break the chain of our talks.
“It was so good talking with you Priyanka. I really had a very good time. I never expected it.”
“Tell me one thing Sid. What has happened to you? Why did you lie to me?”
I was startled. Did she know something, or rather everything?