The story start as usual, once upon a time, there was a tomboy.
She wanted to join Air Force. Her goal in life was to become a fighter pilot, till she figured out a weird problem in herself.
Her bones were so week that they would crack and turn into powder if any kind of odd circumstances occurs. When she came across this reality she actually cracked into pieces.
Time passed and she had to leave her dream of becoming a pilot she became a poetess instead and started writing nice stories and poems about her passion and a lot more things, she wanted to do.
One day she was going to finish some work in the other city and she was on a train. There was a guy in the same compartment who was acting really weird, as if first time, he is boarding to a train. He was curiously looking at everything inside the compartment. Sometime he would climb to the upper berth and sometime to the side one, he was taking advantage of roaming to all the berths, as there was no one except him and the girl.
Suddenly he asked her, “You always travel by train?”
What kind of question is that, she thought.
“No, not always, I travel by Bus, Plane and even Walk, if required”, she said in an annoying voice.
“Wow !! that sound interesting” the boy said.
“Why u don’t travel by train? “she said.
“Actually I use to do but not now.” boy replied.
“OK….. so now you do not travel by trains.” She said and turned towards the window. Train started moving and slowly everything started turning into a blurry patch of pestle colors. Only things which were far off could make a recognizable view. She kept staring outside till her eyelids became heavy. As she closed her eyes she felt a warm pain which was giving an out worldly experience.
After a few seconds she opened her eyes, which was numb with salty water. She looked at the boy, who was still staring outside from the window without even blinking his eyes. After a few minutes the boy looked at her and ask,’ Is,nt it amazing everything is running with you as fast as possible,’ “hmm……” She was busy folding her bed sheet.
“Where are you going?” she asked
“Pesaor and you ?” he said
“Inaad, it’s next stop after yours,” she replied
“oh.. that’s cool…so you must be knowing the places in between…” he was curious.
“no I don’t, I am going first time to that direction,” she said.
“Oh… what do you do?” his voice was still curious.
” I am a writer by profession” she replied and tried to finish the talk.
After ten seconds she asked, ” What do you do, study?” as he was looking like a new collage student.
” No, I fly… I am a pilot.” he said in a very polite manner. ……..
Thadaakkkk………….. this was sound which she could hear from somewhere inside her. “ah….ok..” she stammered.
And then she became silent for a long time, she could not think anything. Suddenly she could she things swinging in front of her eyes. When she woke up, it was already night. She sat on her berth and trying focusing on her own-self. The boy was reading some book and did not notice her. She went to wash basin and washed her face once…twice…thrice..
She came back and sat on her berth with folding legs. She looked at the boy and the only thing she could see was plane and more planes. Suddenly the oy asked her,” hey…do you want to order something for dinner?” ….ahh…hmm..ya..sure..
“ok…so the caterer will come for his second trip and you can order,” he said, “there is veg and non-veg food”, “what do you prefer?” ahm… I eat veg, she was still somewhere else.
