Thanks God its a Sunday

...today was one hot dusty afternoon when I boarded the 13:15 local train for my 'Amreekee-shift' job. I just about settled and saw around the sparsely filled compartment when this dame boarded the train.

Now that’s not uncommon considering that that time of the day ladies compartments are empty and the so few of them who travel feel comfortable being with the ‘rest’ of us. But then, not everyday do people get to appreciate beauty at point blank range. That too at this time of the day when you’ve just about had lunch and the swinging train ride helps you catch a wink or two! Immediately she was the sole attraction of the entire bogey, and everyone from the trendy college goer, to the bald newspaper reading oldie to the chhapri guy (the without-ticket types) was feasting their eyes on her. And why not - she did have a pretty face, flowing hair and all dressed up in pink right down to those matching sandals.

She came and sat bang opposite my seat and almost ignoring her, I took out my usual reading stuff and tried digging into it. Oh come on, I thought, for once I needed to appreciate something more than just Financial Futures and Options! So it just happened that our normally reclusive guy looked up and gave a naturally artificial smile. And a soft ‘Hi’ was her instant response – adjusting her sunglasses to perch them above her head. She probably thought I was the only guy out there worth conversing with, didn't she?

I almost jumped up (ofcourse in my mind) for such a female probably had never replied to me, and that made her seem all the more beautiful. And now it seemed I could somehow pick up a short conversation with her. She just stood up to keep her bag when …SCREEECH… the train came to a halt with those creaky brakes being put to maximum capacity. Next thing, did she fall on me? Not really – I got up and just broke one more dream!

Why the hell does a Sunday start like this? Sigh!