Life is Short. So is this book

#4

I always adored train travels. There's an unknown sense of tranquility and satisfaction in train travel which you don't find in any other. For me, at least.

On one my trips to Bangalore, I boarded a train. Luckily, I found a window seat and I sat myself comfortably there. Another best part of train travels is that you get enough time to read a few novels. I held "Paper chaser" by Penny Hall in my hand and I started flipping pages. It was horribly written and after a while, I felt damn bored. I cursed myself for bringing this book in a hurry. I stopped reading it any further.

When I looked away from the book, there was this beautiful girl sitting in front of me. And of course, there was a guy sitting beside her. I had no idea about their arrival. She had a curly hair, stunning eyes and perfect lineaments. I started to stare at her involuntarily.

For the first time in my life, my attention turned towards a girl that strongly over a book. I didn't understand what was wrong with me. I raised my eye level about the book and kept on observing her. At first, she didn't notice me staring at her, but after a while, she noticed it. She started to look suspiciously at me.

I was growing restless. When I caught another sight of her, the wind blew, and as her curls danced to the rhythm of hair, she tucked her hair behind her ear. I couldn't bear it anymore. I took her into my hands slowly and I kissed her on cheeks.

I expected her to slap me, but she cried instead looking at the guy sitting beside her. He smiled gently, instead of getting furious over me.

"Which class are you studying?", I asked her soothingly, to initiate a talk.

"1st class," she said, wiping off her tears. She turned to the guy beside her and said, "Daddy, he is a bad boy."

He just smiled again. And I smiled to myself.