She was waiting .. for him ... for the electric train to enter the station ... for him to peek outside from the train searching for her ... she knew he 'll .. he alwayz did .. she didnt know why she was doing this .. she has never spoken to him .. not once .. but she knew he would search for her and she didnt wanna disappoint him ... she stood there patiently .. she did not mind the crowd shoving her this side and that .. she did not mind the combined smell of the ditch, dirt, coffee, hot bajjis, sweat and wat not .. she just stood there oblivious to everything and everyone , lost in her thoughts ... of him ..

He rushed from his cabin after sending his status mail in a hurry .. he was not sure if he had sent the mail to the rite mail id .. but he was not worried about that .. he would take care of that tomorrow .. rite now all he can think about was that he mustn't miss the electric train .. the station was a short run from office and he sprinted towards it navigating through the mass of people walking, cycling or jus standing ... he nearly tripped over a street dog and dropped his file and papers scattered on the pavement .. he hurriedly clutched at the loose sheets and stuffed 'em back into the file while still moving towards the station ... he saw with a sinking feeling the long queue at the ticket counter .. he decided it wouldn’t be possible to get the tickets and still be in time for the train .. he kept moving towards his platform and by the time he reached, his train had started to move .. he quickened his pace and hurled himself into the train pushing people out of his way .. the train was already packed and he barely managed to get some foot hold ... he was hanging half outside and some one took pity on him and made a li'l standing space ... thanking his stars, he impatiently drummed his fingers on his file waiting for the train to reach his destination ...

She finally saw him .... and he saw her too .. the train came to a halt and he was pushed on to the platform by co-passengers .. they looked and then each went his/her way ... waiting for the next day ...

There was some story contest in our company and i decided to send in a story too .. the topics was given to us and i chose the below one :) .. and the lines in BOLD wre also given along with the topic (there wre 3 topics with 3 BOLD lines each) .. and in case u wre wondering if i won, naaa ... :) the story got selected for the top 25 entries .. but i didnt win a prize .. so, guess thats enough .. now for the story ...

My Tryst with Destiny.
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"Papa don’t preach"
But he did not seem to hear me.
"This is not the first time I have got this complaint. And he's not the first person to say so either. This must be the last time 'm to hear such things from anyone. One more complaint and I am taking away your vehicle forever... blah blah blah" – he went on.
"Confiscating the vehicle will not mean i can’t manage to borrow someone else’s or smuggle my own" – I, usually when in my most-rebellious mood, feel like screaming at Papa. But i knew when i needed to keep my big mouth shut. So I just stared at my painting hanging on the wall above the fireplace which Mama had loved so much that she hung it there in spite of my bro's threats that he won’t enter the hall if the painting is hung. The reason he hated it so much was, i actually had tried to capture him and my puppy playing in the garden but it turned out to be something better than them both.

Back in my room, i tossed my bag on my bed and climbed on my favorite spot, the broad window sill. I had been driving fast and one of my father’s friends happened to see me just then and called up Papa about it. And that was the reason for all the preaching by Papa.
"Anoooooooooooooooooo .... Cal for yaaaaaaa" – my brother Vicky
"Yeah cominggggggggggggg ..."
It was Nikki – Nikita – my doctor sis. She wanted me to pick her up at the hospital. I grabbed the library books that i had to return, pulled on my jersey and hunted down my vehicle keys. It was raining and I raced through the street before papa got to the window and saw me speeding away.

Raindrops kept falling on my head
as I stood waiting for Nikki. She was attending to a kid who had fallen down the stairs and broken his leg. Nikki was such an adorable person and standing there in the corridor with raindrops falling on me, i felt so grateful that she was my sis. She saw me looking at her adoringly and smiled and I waved back. I walked up to her room and told her i would return the books and be back before she was done with the kid and left her to care for her little patient.
As I drove to the library thinking of her and Vicky and Papa, I suddenly felt guilty for being the black sheep of the family and slowed down. I decided to drive in a reasonable speed and having made that decision, i felt good inside. It was then, when i was filled with all reformation thoughts and happy days that lay ahead ,flashing thro my mind in a slide show, that i felt sudden sharp pain course thro my body. I heard screeches of brakes and voices cursing the drunk who crashed into my bike. Someone explained to the crowd that had gathered that t'was a drunken lorry driver who had crashed into a kid’s bike. Papa's voice sounded far away admonishing me about driving fast. I wanted to tel him 'i didn’t drive fast Papa’. But I lost consciousness.
When i woke up, I saw Nikki, tears streaming down her cheeks. I wanted to ask her a lot of questions ...questions like, did papa know bot the accident and did he know it was not my mistake or that i was driving slow like he told and that I had vowed never to drive fast or .. .. .. I saw everyone crying. I felt someone tugging at my sleeves. But I wanted to see Papa , talk to him.

And at last I saw him with tears in his eyes... I have never seen Papa cry, not even when Mama passed away. I wanted to hug him and comfort him and wipe away his tears .. I wanted to thank him for all the sacrifices he had done for our sakes. I wanted him to know that t’was not my mistake and lot more…. I wanted to be sure he was not angry with me. Suddenly I heard papa telling someone that he knew his daughter was not at fault. A huge burden lifted off my heart when I heard that and my heart felt light. And now I didn’t mind the angel - who had been tugging at my sleeves - Leading me to the stairway to heaven.

i luv walkin in the rain ...
luv it more when my mom chides me for that when i go home !!!

i luv soap bubbles ..
luv it more when i blow it for kids who jump with joy and try to catch it in their li'l hands!!!

i luv babies ..
luv 'em more when they reciprocate the luv ;) !!!

i luv cricket ..
luv it more if itz those high school kids 'm playing with, at our street corner ..

i luv cooking ..
luv it more when they relish devouring it!!!

i luv the rainbow ...
luv it more when itz not in my desktop or a fwd but for real !!!

i luv jeans ..
luv it more if itz really old, faded and worn out !!!

i luv weekends ...
luv it more when itz a gud looonnnggg weekend!!!

i luv my wallet ..
luv it all the more if itz heavy with cash !!!

i luv chocolates ..
luv it more for the smile it brings when i share it with ppl !!

i luv driving ..
luv it more if itz a drive in my Robbie in a long-smooth-free road!!!

i luv badminton ..
luv it more when itz me whoz winning :P !!!

i luv coffee ...
luv it more with a interesting book on a rainy day!!!

i luv fresh morning air ..
luv it more if itz a day when i stay up (reading a book thro the nite , in my terrace) to see the sun rising !!!

i luv evening breeze ..
luv it caz it means 'm not stuck in AC / indoors / office that day :P!!

i luv lollipops ..
luv it caz it brings back too many fond memories .. of sharing a single lollipop among five of us or fighting for it with the donkey i grew up with or for the simple fact that i didnt ve much money those days, so still knew how much two rupees meant!!

So, u must b wondering wat ‘m trying to drive at … nothing … itz jus a random post .. been ages since I posted and didn’t know wat to post .. stumbled across a word doc in my really ‘vetti’ folders in my desktop and this was in it .. so ctrl-c-ctrl-v’d it … :))) now , c’mon don’t scold … I luv y’all too ;)