It was mid December. I was travelling to Jaipur with my sister for some exam form related work. I like winters but winters don’t like me so most of the days during winters I fall sick of fever and cold so I packed myself in a big jacket, winter boots and a cap.
The fellow passengers with whom i had my sit smiled looking at how much I am concerned of my health. This didn’t make me feel awkward because they do not know how dangerously cold traps me.
I adjusted myself to the seat. Getting a seat in the journey is as tough as standing in que of getting first show first ticket of a blockbuster movie but i was lucky that I got two seat.
I opened my sling bag and took out The Classical Volume of Ruskin Bond (A Children storyteller whose story fascinates everyone ) – I was reading “Delhi is not far” a story in which Ruskin Bond describes, how he reached to his final destination of getting his first book published from Palanpura to Delhi with his friends who were equally like him – ‘struggling’.
An old uncle from the opposite row asked me ,Beta are you studying ?
I said -“No uncle” I am reading story book.
To which he replied than fine as we fellow colleagues are having chit chat on certain topics to pass the journey and this should not disturb you if you are studying.
I said yes uncle you can carry on , I am reading and when I read I don’t mind if other people are talking or doing anything because I am lost in my own world.
Than the discussion began about which author I was reading.
Ruskin Bond visits to cafe of Debra and signing copies for fans and battle of his ancestors were discussed.
I was happy with the discussion and happy with the fact that people around me are aware of Ruskin Bond (My favourite storyteller ) stories.
I then turned the pages of my book to page one and shared with them the autograph of my Living legend.
Everyone congartulated me and and then said surely you are his great fan.
I replied yes 🙂 with a smile.
Our discussion was getting intense that the guy sitting next to me said that than surely you would be attending Jaipur Literature Festival today and tommorow as Ruskin Bond is coming to Jaipur.
I became sad and said no I won’t be attending JLF as I will be busy throughtout the day for my college work.
Then our discussion flied from ‘politics’ to ‘Books’ to different ‘professions’ and ‘studies and young generation’.
Then arrived a tea vendour.
In winters what you need is a good company of people to talk and hot cups of tea, especially the chai (tea) served at station side, it has its own addiction.
We all had our cup of tea and one uncle opened his bag and took out homemade snacks (mathari in hindi).
This is speciality of Indian people they have a good heart and a caring wife or mother who adds yummy homemade food items to your bags whenever you go for travelling so that we can share it.
It’s their way of spreading love.
Indian Grannies have a special connection in fullfiing tummies to the fullest, she never want anyone to sleep hungry.
Everyone of us first refused to take it than the grandpaa (that uncle )
Yes, now we are all attached to him and calling him ‘grandpaa’ said that “I certify that there is no poison in this snacks so stop being James bond and have it.”
I promise I won’t take your bags and run away :p by giving you this snacks see even I am waiting them.
We all laughed and then attacked the snacks, they were so delicious that we did not leave a piece.
After that what i saw was a little boy of around 5 years came inside.
He entered playing a little drum hanging in his neck, he wore a funny cap and his nose and ears had a painting drawn which represented him as a monkey.
He wore a black sweator which was tore by sides and stichted at the ends.
He was singing songs and performing stunts and then people gave him few coins for his performance.
Things like this leave me teary eyed.
Many times I question myself – why does poverty exists ?
One uncle took out a packet of chips and Parle-G biscuits and handed over to him.
He said that whenever he travels he meets this little boy and he handover him biscuits just because offering money won’t let him buy biscuits as he has burden of taking responsibility of his house.
If I give him biscuits he surely will eat this. I liked this thought of uncle and I learned that i should not give what I can give to him instead I should give those things which I would have wanted if I was at his or her place.
I can give him my wore tore woolens but what if I give him a brand new dress saving my pocket money that thought attracted me.
So I decided that I will never donate used clothes and instead try to give new ones cuting a little leisure from my life.
This thoughts were running only in my mind, were not part of discussion and than I written them to my diary and I am on my way working on it.
It was three hours passed and the destination was about to come.
All passengers were about to leave so everyone was taking their luggage out and a thing surprised me
The guy who was sitting next to me asked my name
I said ,Dixita
He replied – lovely name and your smile is beautiful.
Yaad Rahega hmesh
and I wish I meet you again.
Butterflies jumped inside me and I blushed 😉 I looked up and stealed a glance with him for the first time.
His brown eyes seemed as if they were waiting for my look.
I did my eyelieds down and before I could again raise them to see him.
He was gone and the train was about to depart.
I laughed at how stupid I was that I couldn’t understand why this guy always supported all my conversations at the discussion from books to food to studies :p
I smiled and opened gallery of my pics and checked my smile 😂😂 …
And wished that,
if this journey never ended !
This post is s part of AtoZ Challenge