It was early morning- about 3. In my whole life I had not woke up THIS early. But determination makes you achieve the unachievable.

At 3, from all of my knowledge, my parents would be asleep. I went to their room to check. I was right. According to my plan I had to write a letter stating my visit to ’some’ place not telling about Delhi and not telling about the reason. While making the plan I knew they would worry about me, but I didn’t care.

But now my heart pounded, as if trying to force me not to go. But I had made my mind and my mind prevailed over my heart. I didn’t knew why, but my hands were shaking. I was feeling very weak holding the pen.

I somehow wrote the letter. I wrote:

Mom Dad I love you. I will come back. love you always.

This wasn’t in the plan. I had made something else to write but sometimes feelings are instantaneous.

I kept the letter near the main door and went out queitly. Offcourse,I had the keys!!

Before going to the auto stand I looked back at my house.

“I will come back” I whispered as if I was a soldier going in the war. But who was I saying this to? Was I saying this to my parents whom I had always blamed for everything bad in my life?? May be yes.

I was feeling unusual leaving the house. Leaving my parents. 

But I still carried on and reached the railway station.

Gave 70 rupees to the auto rickshaw driver and went inside the railway station and suddenly my loving feeling gave space to disgust.

My train was 3 hrs late !!

I found an empty seat and sat there. The Great Indian Railway system had become a topic for my brain to mull over and remind me all the worst words in any dictionary!!

One hr passed by. I somehow managed to get bore very patiently. But then I realised that my parents wake up at 6 and they would know that I am leaving..!!

What if they come here?? What if they didn’t let me go?? 

The disgust became fear and everybody(including me) knows that fear leads to anger. So, finally I was angry on the Railways. But I had nothing in my hands. I wished that my parents didn’t come to the railway station in time. 

As I had nothing in my hands, I decided to relax and do something which would deviate my mind. I dialed a number.

“hulo?”

“hey Nida.! I am Parth.”

“who?”     WHO??!!

“Is this Nida speaking ??”

“No. wrong number.” And she hung up, offcourse frustated.

I glanced at my mobile screen. FUCK!! I dialed the wrong number. SHIT!! Two rupees wasted !!

I was concerned about the money but I dialed Nida’s number this time, correctly.

“Hey. Where are you?” No hellos, no hi. Even not assuring who is calling. Girls are at times fools.

“I am at the railway station. The train is late so thought of calling you.”

“ohh… How late?”

“three hrs”

“oh my god.! Good that you called me. I was wondering when will you be coming. You didn’t even tell me the train you are coming from.”

“what if I tell you? WHat would you do?” Boys are at times too logical.

“I would have come to recieve you na.”

“No you wont. Why you troubling yourself ??”

We talked and I passed my time. The time of arrival was 5:55 am and it was 5:50 am. This train didn’t stop much so I was to be quick. We were still talking just when I saw some trouble.

I saw my parents entering through the main gate of the station. The train had also arrived and was just about to stop.

“Nida I will talk to you later.”

“yeah ok…tell the train name.”

“No i will talk when I come to Delhi.”

“Tell na come on.” The train had stopped.

“No means no!!” I shouted and my voice enough to let my parents know where I was. FUCK..!! They saw me..!!!! My father was running towards me. I was in no mood to stay back.

I jumped in the train. 

My father shouted my name various times trying to stop me. He was still far away. I had a very slim chance to escape. The train started moving and I began running towards my seat. My father running as hard as he can. But the train was faster. My mom screaming at her best, trying to convince me to get off the train. It was a total filmy scenario. But the hero survived.

My dad was unable to catch me and the train was moving quickly.

Suddenly I heard a voice. It was very weak. The call was still on.

“hey ” I managed to say.

“what happened??”

“nothing. just had to run and catch the train.”

“ohh. which train?”

“come on Nida I would tell you. I am ending the call. I don’t have much balance.”

“ohk. But do let me know when you enter Delhi.”

“ohk”

“bubye…take care”

“take care”

Here I come mon amour.

PS: going to IndORE in a few days 

PS: updates will be quick from now on. keep reading.

PS: will miss my blogging

PS:mon amour is french and means my love.

PS: rock on!!