Being a woman

I made you read something about somebody and that made me think what about you. I should write something. I remember most of the people whom I crossed path with. That guy who doing MBBS from AFMC I met in train. That little boy who had come home who was going for his engineering and was anxious to know about the city. That lady I met on train was interested in me meeting her son and insisted I get down at her station. That Sanskrit professor in train who would converse in Sanskrit. Those bunch of friends who bumped me twice in train. And all those people who stayed there for longer. All of them were steps forward. Everyone taught me something. Some good lessons, some bitter but everyone made me better. And now about you. It is too early to write. What I write here may change tomorrow. My experiences with you will have new aspects if it continues. But I feel we will go a longer way than others ...Or maybe we won’t- that only time will tell. I met you when I was going through a tou...

  My journey to my home from my college was two days long and often- well mostly I used to be alone. I used to meet people, strangers and made friends but just for that journey. And mostly their journey ended before mine. So, it meant a lot of alone time. I never got bored because I had a habit of reading faces. All sort of faces-sad, happy, angry, tired anxious, scared, suspicious. Sitting on that top seat, I enjoyed looking at these faces. Often their conversation said a lot about them because they would be oblivious of a person watching them. And I enjoyed it, really really enjoyed. I had always been a loner who liked to be left alone with her thoughts. I enjoyed the journey sitting on that window seat, silently enjoying the music in my ears and the scenery outside. I enjoyed watching people walk by, going on with their task. I used to wonder whether each one is going. Imagining their lives. And just thinking that made my journey appear to be short. I often wanted it to be...