"Being a wanderlust, I craved to spend my holidays by exploring new lands and by visiting new places. Parents stood as an obstacle to me earlier. But once I started earning, I became independent to roam around. I'm the kinda girl who wishes to taste the bliss of this earth before it would perish. At the age of 19, with the help of my maiden love, I realised that handing your heart to someone who doesn't deserve your love will leave you deserted someday. Hence I started adoring nature which hasn't forsaken me yet.
I met him on one such trip towards God's own Country. He was also a part of that crew which was on it's way to Munnar, Kerala. It's a conundrum because I still doesn't know why I decided to sit beside him eventhough there were 4 more seats in that coach. Seated by the window, He had a notepad and a pencil in his hands and was lost in his world of solitude.I went near him and excused him for disturbing his thoughts. He looked at me and threw a smile.He then adjusted himself so that we both had enough space. Everyone around us seemed to be with their family members and only we two had come alone. It was a breezy dawn and so fresh air gushed in through the windows. He was still busy with his notepad. I badly wanted a look outside the window and I tried many a time. Seeing my unsuccessful attempts he generously offered me his window seat. I found something strange in him which I felt mystic.I was disturbed by him and so I wanted to disturb him.Moreover I wanted to sketch his traits thus I initiated a talk with him.
I found out his mystery..! He'd make any girl fall for him once he starts a conversation. I felt so.. Coz he easily picked up a track and was mesmerizing me when I started a random talk. Guess He's a Man of great aesthetic sense. When I talked about waves, he lectured about the great ocean. When I sighed about this earth, he praised the vast universe. When I admired a dew drop he drenched me in the snowfall with his words. I was awestruck by his every child-like activities and his matured speechcraft. You might not be able to find the origin of a sweat drop in your body. It gets secreted involuntarily, but you would notice it only when it flows over your skin, causing a tingling effect on it. Likewise, He's a man who would come into everyone's life just like that and we would feel his importance only when he leaves. Unknowingly I have fallen for him. His sense, skills, smartness, his care for me everything had made me feel that he'd be a good companion throughout my life. And I wished to be with him forever but I hesitated to convey this at that moment and hence on the eventual day I asked for his mail ID and gave mine to continue the conversation and my love henceforth. When I came back, I searched for that bit of paper which I believed to be the foundation of my future.When I opened the paper I was shocked to see my own mail id instead of his id.. My heart ached for I've lost him. My 2 days of love came to an end.. I was back to my business but everything around me reminded me of him.With the hope of finding him I keep on travelling to God's own country every weekend. I believe in him more than myself. Please notify me if you find someone staring at the space with a notepad in his hands..!"
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When I saw this post on Facebook which was shared by someone, I flipped through my notepad to get a hint of her. Yes, I found her. I met her on my trip to Kerala. It seems that she's seated beside me. She has mentioned about that mail id. I might have replaced it with her own. But why..? I'm a 25 year old guy who was born with a silver spoon. I was 20 when I met with that fatal accident by which my nerves which compile memories got injured. My memory started to retard at a greater speed.From then I keep on forgetting things sooner or later. Hence my parents wanted me to travel as they felt it would heal me. From that day I was exploring new lands. I have met hundreds of people during these years but she might have been special to me as I have made hints of her over 100 pages in my notepad. Goddamn.. I've also written that I love her. Enough of this.. I may even come into your life , we might be travelling together with a notepad in my hand. But never ever let her know anything about me. Let me be a lost bird in her sky of memories. If I be blessed with good memory.. I'd confess my love for her. Until then please don't inform her my whereabouts. If someone encounters a chance to meet her, give her this parchment.
'Move along the wind..
Roam around the world..
Somewhere.. Someday..We may meet under this Sky.'
-your Co-passenger.