Stranger during Commute

I was hurrying down to catch a metro train that was due in a few moments (at least that was what I thought!) someone was already in heels behind me. In Chennai, the metro was yet to become the most used facility as it was not yet open completely, so when someone rushes past you in such a hurried fashion, it could only be that they will be commuting with you. Or perhaps taking the metro to a destination completely in the opposite end, which did not strike me at that time.

To get describing the ‘someone’, it was a young lady, more or less my age. She was dressed in a classy manner, and something about her spelt that she was not from Chennai. I jogged behind her and reached the metro station. At the security checks, it was like a finish line. I let her go through first. She turned gave a big smile and said thanks! That is when I saw her eyes, big beautiful and she had applied kohl, she seemed a bit lost. Once we passed the security checks, she turned and quipped, “kh-koyemm-bEduu this way?” My doubts were confirmed, she was not from Chennai and she was to travel with me. I nodded a yes. As we heard a train approaching, the marathon to the finish line began. Panting and puffing, climbing through the infinite steps and running in, we found out that the metro was for Alandur. (Always happens for me, not even once did I get in and got a metro to my station the very first instance! Talk about my perfect timing!)

I saw the stranger looking around, she was wearing different expressions by the minute, she was confused, then curious and her eyes were intent. She looked at me and smiled, that is when I realised I despite what I thought I was looking through my peripherals vision, was it a bit obvious that I was staring? Thankfully the train outlined on the tracks and I signalled that the train has arrived. We boarded the coach on the meekly filled train. There was something about her eyes that kept drawing my attention. Was it that they were lost, maybe not! She had the faraway look of longing. Maybe the new city was a bit too much for her, maybe not! But her eyes were something that was captive and maybe trying to tell a story. A story like none before, experiences and sights that were unique, the perceptions that came it that is completely different and infinitely myriad! Those eyes!

Soon, I got down at my station and she moved along, eyes of someone so intense, the eyes of a stranger during a commute.

Have you had such experiences? 




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It was 15 minutes since Raghuveer spoke. His heart was pounding audibly now and his stomach was already growling with hunger. He was sitting at the table. Patiently waiting.

Anita was sitting and staring at him. It was as if time froze, her eyes blinking were the only thing that were actually moving in that room. Everything else stood still. Absolutely still.



A pillow hit Raghuveer, unexpectedly and then hell broke loose while Raghuveer was still counting ducks.

“You think you call waltz in here as you please, after being a complete jerk?” then Anita stormed towards the table. Raghuveer expected more tornadoes for the day, the storm has just started.

“You better sit and talk!” she thundered, sitting cross-legged on the chair, with fire in her eyes.

“That is what I’ve been telling” Raghuveer mumbled.

“Speak up!” Anita bellowed.

“Na, just talk what is on your mind.” Raghuveer retorted back calmly.

“You just took such a big step, a giant leap! What were you thinking? It changed your life, entirely…” she went on for a while, “On top of all that it is THAT female! Was I talking to deaf ears the last time? You could have just told me when I asked you about it! NO! You can’t right!”

Raghuveer cleared his throat, with a grin spreading across his face.

“WHAT?” Anita questioned him.

“Anitaaa, you talk as if I’m into a relationship or girl stuff!” and chuckled!

Anita wondered for a minute and started laughing.


So what is the issue? Why is she pissed? 

Any guesses?