Am I in love with this man, a stranger who has been stalking me, I thought. What’s wrong with me? I am certainly not desperate, yes I am lonely but this man is a stranger.
He walked towards me, In silence, his taps blended with the mystic rhythms of my bells, Twenty each on my feet, forty bells, Coarse fingers wiping his face he sprung on me
My parents came along with me to the mega city to bid me a farewell. Clutching my mother’s saree I wept like that little girl who wept on her first day in school.
I gifted that book to her for those children. Rubbing my tears I left the place, I turned around. The mother was still watching me.
Before I could answer, the train had started rolling, I craned my neck to see him, he was watching me, I looked at him till he faded. I didn’t even ask his name, neither did he ask mine.