Right from my conscience.

It is that part of my life, which is about travelling. This sounds nice, but these aren’t adventure trips, it’s my job which demands travel. Ok, only to belief, may be an amalgam of my job with adventure part in it. Chhattisgarh is the place where I am. Chhattisgarh, a baby that came out from Madhya Pradesh in the earliest part of 21^st century, has now its own identity. Is bestowed with a special name to be called India’s Rice bowl state, which is more towards the eastern part of India. Very hot place mind you, which can be adjudged by seeing dark complex people everywhere. Today my professional part is over and my adventure part? Well do you really think, after such torment of running since last four days? Not an iota of my thoughts is saying adventure.

So, here I am two hours early to my boarding railway station. My mobile is dying, so I have disinclined to use it frequently. I am weaving around, at times taking a nap, sipping coffee and enjoying these moles playful misbehaviour. I am completely bored to hell and regretting deep down not to bring my best travel friend (my novels). Ah! Finally my train is about to arrive, as they say, path through pain always gives you pleasure in the end. So, here I am in my couch relieved, in sort of ecstasy and suddenly I felt between this moments a voice has struck my soul. A little heavy but as if it is you, soon I realised that she is a woman with her husband and a cute little girl along. But her persona is resembling somewhat yours and every time I am looking or listening her, she reminds me as if your soul is inside her body.

May be I am hallucinated, because you are always in my thoughts or may be technically a kind of law of attraction is working somewhere remotely. I felt, her accent is your accent, her taste is your taste, among her chosen topics, most of them I can relate are similar preferred topics and as detailed as yours. No it isn’t day dreaming or my doctored scene, I cannot explain but I am in a sense of awe admiring, observing and questioning myself. I asked her in between that her accent is as if she is from Uttar Pardesh, she says yes and replies in detailed manner, about her journey. Right from her hometown somewhere near Allahabad to her marriage and her life in Chhattisgarh thereafter. And every word of her reminds me of your presence in that voice. She says to me right now that I am a nice guy, I helped the other lady giving her mine comfortable seat. She said it in a way, as if these accolades are right through your soul to mine. Now she wants to sleep and my soul wants her to stay there and listen to her. To add to the agony I came to know she has the same surname as yours. Oh Gosh! Can she be your relative? God can make a way through unprecedented ways, so be it I conclude.

She has slept just on the opposite berth and I am recalling all the great moments you and I had together. May be your persona will develop like her (sorry I’m not comparing out here). She is beautiful as you are and you will be at her age may be more I wish. My de-boarding station is nearing and I don’t want to leave, this is stupidity at its height. She asks about my life, my work and without a second thought, I am telling her as much as I can. May be somehow as spirited soul you might pick my poignant voice and know how I am doing these days. I waved my hand to her and her child and de-boarded in the platform. Now I am left with a nice feeling and an adoring respect towards you.