LOVE STARTS ANYWHERE ANYTIME
she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I cannot describe her
beauty in the limited time I have here. I was 23 and fresh out of
college, when I saw her. I don't know if it was the hormones but I loved
her at first sight. She was the girl of my dreams.
It is said that matches our made in heaven. It was sheer destiny that we
were traveling to Chennai on the same train, The Niligiri Express. We
were in the same compartment, S1 and were seated next to each other, 25
and 26. It was an amazing coincidence as my ticket had been confirmed
only at the last minute.
"Hi, my name is Shalini," she introduced herself with a beaming smile.
She stretched out her right hand. I was shivering when I shook it.
"I am Sunderesan," I said and added, "Pleased to meet you."
She had a serene, innocent face; the face of the kind of person who gets
bullied in school. The image of a woman who couldn't hurt a fly if she
wanted to.
"How old are you?" I blurted out. It was the worst question to ask a
woman but I was a nervous wreck and I wanted to talk to this woman.
She smiled at me and said, "Never ask a man his salary and a woman her
age."
"I'm so sorry. I don't..." My tongue adamantly stuck to the roof of my
mouth
"No, it is okay. Let us say, I will be sixty seven in 2050."
I worked out the math. She was twenty two. I was twenty three. It was
perfect! A match made in heaven.
"Do you have a crush on me?" she asked.
"What? How could you ask...?"
"Do you have a crush on me or not?" she asked emphasizing on 'crush'.
"To tell you the truth, yes," I said meekly.
"It's okay. You can be bold about it. I'll tell you a little secret."
She pulled my ear next to her mouth and whispered, "I think you are
attractive. I might even love you"
I turned pink the next moment.
"Hey you believed me, didn't you? April fool, go to school. Tell your
teacher, you are a fool," she shouted. She laughed at the top of her
voice.
I checked my watch. It was April 1st, 2005 and I had been made a
jackass. I didn't want to look at the woman's face again. I loved her
but I hated her for what she had done. I turned to the opposite side and
stared out of the window.
She noticed my sulking face.
"Hey, don't get mad at me. It was a joke. That's all. I'm sorry," she
said.
I didn't look at her and didn't reply.
"Okay. What can I do to compensate?"
"You could sing a song for me," I said softly. I wanted to know how well
my girl could sing.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you." She stood up and went to
the centre of the compartment.
"Friends, we have a birthday boy in our midst. I want all of you to wish
him happy birthday."
The entire compartment including the TTE (Train Ticket Examiner) was
singing "Happy birthday to Sunderesan."
She took out a vegetable sandwich from her bag. She said that it was a
substitute for a cake. I cut the sandwich and gave her the first piece.
She removed the tomato and cucumber from the sandwich. She pasted the
cucumber and tomato all over my face. I distributed the remaining bits
of the sandwich to everyone in the compartment. It was the best birthday
I had ever had.
When all the euphoria died I asked her, "How did you know that it was my
birthday?"
She pointed to the card on top of my bag.
"Will you make a birthday resolution for me?" she asked.
"Sure. Tell me."
"Promise to always smile because life presents too many opportunities to
cry. And you look ugly when you are sad."
"It is a promise." I rested my palm on top of hers.
The perfectly romantic scene was disturbed by a child's cry coming from
the adjoining apartment. She took her hand off mine. I thought, "Damn,
tough luck."
She went to the next compartment to see what the problem was. The boy
was two years old and his mother was not to be found. Nobody seemed to
care about the boy.
She carried the boy in her arms and brought him to our compartment. She
cajole the boy by singing a lullaby for him. She had a sweet voice; the
voice of a nightingale.
"I love kids," she said.
"I love kids, too," I replied, eager to show we had similar tastes.
The boy did not stop crying. He appeared to be terrified of us. His
mother was nowhere to be seen.
"You don't like songs. Okay, I will tell you a story. Once upon a time,
in a faraway land, there lived a king."
The boy listened intently for a second but started crying as soon as she
paused.
"Hey, relax. Give me time to think of a story. You are an impatient
baby. In this land..."
"I will look for the boy's mother," I said. She nodded her head.
I found the boy's mother, two compartments away. She had gone there to
meet a friend. She had forgotten about her kid.
When we came back to S1, we found the boy sound asleep in Shalini's lap.
She had used all her powers of persuasion to make him feel secure in her
lap.
"I want to thank..."
"Shh...Your son is sleeping. Don't disturb him," she whispered to the
boy's mother and gave the boy to her.
"Do you want the Nobel peace prize?" I asked her cynically.
"I love people. When I am around, the people around me should be happy.
That is my philosophy in life," she said, sincerely.
It made me feel small and stupid in front of her. I began to rethink
about my mission in life. Should I be a priest? No, can't marry her.
Social worker, peace activist...maybe.
We heard a voice in the distance shouting "Is there a doctor on this
train?"
"Dr. Shalini, here. How can I help you?" she shouted back.
We waited to see the face of the voice we had heard. It was a
co-passenger, a bearded man who seemed anxious.
"Doctor, my father is serious. Please do something."
"Come with me. You could be of help," she told me. She caught hold of my
arm and guided me along the compartment. I had absolutely no say in the
matter. Oh! The power of women!
The old man was in a grave condition. His breathing was heavy and he was
coughing profusely. He seemed ready to make peace with god. "Open the
windows," she told me. I opened all the windows to allow fresh air to
come in.
"Hold him up for me," she instructed.
I made the old man sit up. She took out her stethoscope and checked his
heartbeat. She checked his pulse for variations.
I watched her lovingly as she worked her magic on the old man. She was
so soft and tender with people. Whether it was a little boy or an old
man, she had so much affection for them. Unbelievably, the old man was
normal within half an hour. His son didn't have enough words to thank
Shalini.
"He is okay now. Don't disturb him. Let him sleep well," she instructed
him.
"I never expected you to be a doctor," I said.
"Men always think that beautiful women don't have brains."
I didn't know how to reply to that remark. Did she mean that she was
beautiful, or brainy or both. One can never understand a woman's mind.
So, I diverted the conversation.
"What made you become a doctor?" I asked.
"A lot of things. It was my father's dream. Above all else, it gives me
the power to make people smile; the power to save lives."
"Will you marry me?" I asked, spontaneously. I had never been more sure
of myself.
"Is this April fool?"
"No. I am serious. See, I know that I am unemployed. I am not even as
educated as you. I don't even look good. I have no caliber. But I love
you. Will you marry me?"
"You know nothing about me. I don't like commitments. I live every day
like it is my last."
"If you marry me, I will live everyday like it is my first."
She closed her beautiful eyes. She took a deep breath and thought for a
moment. The suspense was killing.
"God, why didn't I meet you earlier," she said.
I had no time to reply. The doors to my mouth were sealed by her lips. I
thought that my head was immersed in the clouds. The people in my
compartment pretended to close their eyes. But I could see the men
looking at me with envy through the corner of their eyes. It was the
most beautiful moment of my life. It still is the most beautiful.
The train came to a screeching halt. We had reached Tirupur station. It
was hard to believe that so much had happened in two hours.
There are some moments in life which you can remember even in your
sleep. For me, it was what happened at Tirupur railway station. It
redefined my life forever.
"I am hungry. Get me something to eat," said Shalini. She dug into her
leather handbag and brought out twenty rupees.
"It's okay. I have money. What do you want?"
"Get me Strawberry milk to drink. And honey, I love you," she said,
earnestly.
We hugged again. For the last time.
The milk booth was about hundred feet from S1. It gave me time to think
about the sudden changes in my life. My parents were conservative
people. I had to convince them about Shalini. If they agreed, good. If
not, who cares? I loved Shalini more than my parents.
My thoughts were disrupted by the sound of an explosion. It sounded like
the aggregation of a thousand thunders. The impact of the explosion
threw me off my feet. I turned to look at the train. S1, S2 and S3 had
been reduced to pieces, like waste in a manufacturing process.
My only thought was about Shalini. I ran towards where S1 had previously
been. I searched for her amidst the corpses. All I could find were
severed hands, burnt flesh and a fresh stream of blood. Not a single
body was identifiable in the three compartments.
Who on earth could do such a cruel thing, I wondered. I swore that I
would get even with the people who had taken my beloved Shalini's life.
I wept like a little boy who had lost his favorite toy. Amidst the
tears, I thought about the two hours I had spent with Shalini. Something
she had said had struck me as strange.
"You know nothing about me. I live everyday like it is my last. God, I
wish I had met you earlier." "Could it be Shalini," I wondered. "No, not
Shalini. She had too innocent a face to do such a dastardly act.
Besides, she was a doctor. And they know the value of a human life," I
reasoned to myself.
The next morning, my worst fears were confirmed. A newspaper report
said, "A twenty two year old doctor named Shalini had committed suicide
on the Niligiri express. She had taken the lives of hundred people with
her. The reasons for the attack are unknown."
I never understood the reasons for the attack. It could have been
personal or ideological. All I can still remember is her face, how
innocent it looked. How she made everyone around her happy. How she
showed love and care to kids and old men alike.
That face was a mask. Beneath the benevolent mask, was the true Shalini.
A hard-nosed, sadistic, terrorist capable of sacrificing human life to
satisfy her selfish needs.
She truly changed my life. >From then on, I realized that every human
wears a mask which he develops over a period of time. It is the mask
which is exposed to the world. Beneath that mask, after layers of deceit
there lies the true nature of each individual. This real person in each
one of us is intricately more fascinating than any figment of wild
imagination.
Shalini's mask was my first love. I will always love her.
ALLAH MALIK!
Sai baba let your holy lotus feet be our sole refuge.OMSAIRAM
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