A BEAUTIFUL JOURNEY (Part IV)

-the Middle birth & the Indecision

So far the journey preceded much to my liking. The girl was beautiful, I was a hero in her eyes; she thought I could read a book with stories…whatever they call it …kinda novel.

And to top it all that beautiful piece of homosapien talked……I mean all beautiful humans talk but somehow they do not end up talking with me, but this time it was an exception.

It was 10:30 .the good looking creature was now parallel to the floor and roof or more precisely she was sleeping……no wait, sleeping is when you close your eyes and surrender yourself to your dreams. In her case, her eyes were working overtime as she surrendered herself to that weird book with a weird name. I was kind of doing the same thing, but I was one storey above her and my eyes were working overtime as I surrendered myself exploring that beautiful piece of God’s creation.

She occupied the middle birth and I held my post on the upper birth .I always felt that the middle birth always suffered from an identity crisis between the upper and the lower birth. It remains hidden during daytime and pops up all of a sudden when people make out that they are falling one birth short. Also it was much hated by the late risers, because a large proportion of the passengers are comprised of the usual uncles and aunties who just love to wake up early more than anything else. Which means the poor middle birth has to vanish all over again and so it takes along with it your precious sleep? I really feel sorry for the ones who get to sleep on the middle birth. For me the upper birth rules supreme. No one would ever bother to disturb you even if you decide to sleep through your entire journey, although you have to tolerate this young generation kind of looks from the uncles and aunties.

So here I was back to doing what I did the best. I just kept looking at her,of course I had my book as my shield. Whatever this Da Vinci must have done in his life doesn’t matter, but he was doing an excellent job as my shield.i observed that all the uncles and aunties and their bachhas and bacchis around us were all asleep. I guess Malvika and myself were the only two nocturnal creatures on this compartment. At that very moment I told myself….. “You can’t waste this girl, the train is going to reach Bhopal at 4:30AM, then what???” this thought never crossed my mind before. She looked like a student to me………,it is very much possible that she is also going to stay in Bhopal; And if that is the case Would it be that difficult for me to get closer to her? I knew I did a damn good job in a few hours……….

Should I ask her then?

Or, should I wait for her to ask?

What if she doesn’t ask?

What if I ask and get a slap as reply?