Before you go with Episode-05 [The Expectation], here is a peek at the previous episode-04 [The Departure]. You can have all the episodes by following this link: Innocence

Recap:   

On finding the correct train Gowrav left to meet his friends and Koushik got into the train. Facing some strange incidents at the door by the boys and the conversations with passengers, Koushik got settled in his place.

He got disturbed by Grand ma who forgot her bag in other train. Train has started and grand ma with the intention to get down the train pushed Koushik from his position and Koushik lost his grip on the support and was in the air…

Let’s see what happens to Koushik? 

The Expectation

   I was falling down. I just closed my eyes, I felt my body hitting the ground, rolled on the platform and with. I raised my hands from the gruesome pain. My hands were grabbed and I was forced to open my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I was in the train. Then I realised that my imagination has grown incredibly due to the accident scenes that were in movies. I smiled at myself and drunk some water offered by a travel companion.

My position in the train was too congested and I was trying to stand straight but in vain. I was in such a position that if I remove one of my hands off the door – rail; I will fall on the boys who are sitting at the door. The coach was so compacted that, it became hard even to breathe comfortably.

Then train stopped in the immediate station and we jumped on to the track for some fresh oxygen. When the train gave an alarm, we got into the train and this time I got some space for my bag I removed that and kept it under water sink. Then I got some space to stand and was little bit comfortable. I expected a lot on my journey.

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After a lot of struggle in the train, I took a side-lower seat which was giving cool breeze which is one of the rarest things we get in the present generation of electronic Air Conditioning. Now, I settled down with my small black colored leathered diary with white letters “LOVE” embossed on it.

Then I started writing stories that were actually cross my mind, usually when travelling. With the passion of writing I gazed at the fellow travellers in the train so that I will get different characters in my mind to make up the story, which I started writing, interestedly.

First I saw a girl sitting in front of me. I can say she is the beauty that no one will ever find in their life. The smile on her face, which could be the most dangerous narcotic substance and no medicine can relieve. Her touch might be the warmest which reminds my mother. Seeing her beauty, I completed a story of a girl which was written assuming her character by her appearance.

            I left my diary in my place left to the washroom. Actually, to find suitable words to get into a conversation with her. On my return I didn’t find my diary in its place. While looking around I found that in her hands, she was reading that. Scared, how her reaction would be, if she reads the portion mimicking her, I just lost all my preparation of conversation and sat down nervously.

            After completing, she returned the diary back and was silent. I too did not take any advantage of starting conversation. Then she complimented “Nice story, will you please tell me who that beauty is?” then I replied saying “my dream girl”. She gave a smile at me and stopped that talk.

I too gave a smile which, implies that dream girl is none other than her. Then she asked whether there were any other stories I have written. Then I mentioned there are but I am not carrying them with me now. As she asked, I started telling stories that I have written. We passed time in that way and I got my stop.

While I was leaving she gave a letter, which I thought it was a love letter but it has her phone number and email id. Then she said send me the soft copy of your every writing I really interested in reading them. Then I left to my home.

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            This was what I expected, my journey to be. But what all I am dealing with is strange people and dangerous accidents. Thinking of this reminded me, my mother who said “general compartment will be fine and there is no need for reservation”, when I asked her which train should I reserve with. If I got had reservation, I could have met that girl. Anyway nothing can be done with that past.

             I travelled in the general compartment once in the past but at that time I had my dad who fought with the fellow travellers and got me a seat. But this day I am on my own. The train stopped and my thoughts got a break and as the train stopped we got down for the air.

This time more members got down. Train gave the signal and started but still the members are climbing the door. The two boys shouting, at me “brother remove your headset, train blew siren come on get in to the train”. Still there were members before me who are climbing and I was running with the train.