The Morning Train By Minarva Priyadarshini

It's 5:30 am. There was fog around just like someone wearing a dusky jacket. The train was moving by clearing the mist. The morning can be this much beautiful I never realized before because I am a late riser. I went to the door for enjoying the view. There were fields filled with ripening crops which gives a mesmerizing view. I could see far hills which have created waves like structures on the land. The chilling wind touches my soul as it's the beginning of winter. After some time, I could see the sun rays on the greeny lands and the warmth of nature which can make anyone insane to feel that moment.

Some people in far villages were going to their daily works. Some workers have already started working in the field. It reminds me of my childhood days when I was in my teenage. I used to go to my village when it was Dussehra or Diwali. Whatever my morning refreshed with such purity of nature. I was feeling like a poet inside.

I returned to my seat. In that compartment, everyone was sleeping except an old woman. She was looking outside again and again. It seems like she was also about to reach the near station. I was about to reach. I checked my phone, it's already 6:30 am and I need to take a cup of tea. A few tea sellers were making their level best to attract the customers by taking the name of various types of teas like adrakwali chai, lemon tea etc every 5 to 10minutes. But I need a normal cup of tea. I ordered one cup of tea.

While enjoying the tea, I could hear someone's sweet voice who was talking to her mother. That soothing voice anyone can lost easily. I was just about to get up to check, at that time I saw her coming towards my compartment. I mesmerized again with her beauty. She was with her mother. They came to my compartment and took their seats in front of me. My eyes wanted to stare at her but, I was unable to look at her continuously. 

My thoughts have already flown wearing a parachute at that time. I was dreaming with her thoughts only. I was thinking, this journey should not be end in the next station. 

I was noticing her untied hair on her face which she was arranging with her fingers while talking. Sometimes her concern towards her mother who is probably going through a bad health condition, it seemed to me. 

These all things have entertained me in a different way which I have not experienced from past 12 hours in this journey. And most probably I was falling in love at first sight with her.

The train stopped at the Nalgonda station. But, I didn't want to get off at that time for hoping to spend a few hours with her. I took a glimpse of her again. 

Nazma !!! Her mother called her for the water bottle which she was searching.

This name broke me into pieces. Somewhere I fall on the ground from a very high peak.

I am a brahmin in caste and belong to a fully conservative Brahmin family in Odisha. For me, to love a Muslim girl is not more than a crime. In my last station, my journey ended with a sad note and her memory as an untold story in my heart forever...