It was a typical Wednesday evening and I was returning from
work. Tired. I don’t miss a single chance to get a seat, not because I hate
standing but to open my book and start reading. In a compartment full of woman
you can never expect silence. You get to hear the horn of train, ladies
talking, girls whispering, vendors shouting, announcement of stations, and how
could I forget the sound of train wheels against the tracks. Even listening to music
in my earphones could not help me to get
distracted from these disturbing sounds; but novel takes me to its own world
and I find peace.
Right now I am hung up on eleven minutes. Marvellous book I
must say. I can so much relate to it. I never knew Coelho could write erotic
scenes in such a delicate way. I still had a hangover of that chapter and was
excited to know what next coming! The conversation of a girl sitting beside me
dint even bothered me. As soon as I got a seat and was comfortable to open a book,
I did. The moment I placed my bookmark to the end, the girl sitting beside me
asked, ”Can I see your bookmark?” She
was sweet and polite. I handed it over and was least interested in
conversation. Then again a question popped, “from flipkart?”
“yes”
“Oh I feel so good to find reader like me, my all friends
hate reading and my parents have warned me not to buy more books cause the
house is flooded by it”
This statement took my interest because she thought we were
alike, but we weren’t. I closed my book and told her I am not a vigorous
reader. I read less. I read for fun. And then our conversation started. We
talked a lot. She was friendly and told me a lot about Mumbai. It was nice
meeting her. When she got to know that I blog, she suggested me to write about
how we had a conversation with the help of a bookmark. So this is all about it.
My first train friend, Rachael.
This city is full of surprises. I am loving it.
