she stood aloof watching the barrage
her lowered eyes hiding the glaze
the september sun toyed with her hair
the platform abuzz with all the crowd
nameless faces and bustling bodies
trains that came and went and carried along
lives & song and destinies all at once
he stood solid, sipping his tea
his mind alive with all that could be
his face a mask of urbane sanity
the scent of jasmine drew him in
as did her silhouette in chiffon
one look at her was all it took
to reign in thoughts of september, 2002
she boarded a train bound for west
he watched from afar, strangely bereft
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beautifully-woven. “scent of jasmine drew him in
as did her silhouette in chiffon” – this = <3!
😀😀chiffon sari and a red bindi ❤
awwww 😀 thirsting third eyes!
He is conflicted, no? His loss….
😀😀he ought to have boarded the train…aye …that would have been another story 😊
I like this almost-meeting at a station. One of the things I like about stations or airports, is watching others and wondering what their story is. You capture this moment so well, with lovely phrases 🙂
Stations and airports and quaint coffee shops offer an interesting insight into a world different from yours…😀 one which is as vivid as your imagination is 😊😊
Story in a poem…can’t get better
Thank you chaitali❤❤❤
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Hello Anamika,
Your words are amazing and touching as usual. Beautifully penned down, I loved it
You just made me sad today. Ooty, Lovedale, Ketti, Aravangadu, Wellington Coonoor as I remember those places, may be the order is wrong or I might have missed out some place but I have stood there on the platforms. You just brought memories back, spent some blissful time of my life there. Beautiful blue hills.
Did you study there?
I spend most of my free time roaming those hills…my fav place to go to when I want to get away from the madding crowd…❤❤❤
Lucky you. I envy you. Definitely a wonderful place to be. Hope I can visit that place again,
I hope you get the chance to visit soon ❤
Me too 😀
Aww…he must be so sad….her chiffon left him without any hint…
You’ve portrayed the perfect picture of a station..buzzing and alive..”lives & song and destinies all at once”
Beautiful.. 🙂
I often wonder what people think about when they are waiting on a platform…maybe there’s a story there behind very face you see ❤❤❤
There’s always a story..
Lovely! I liked how you mentioned a specific year. I’ve had sudden exact memories pop up when people left my life.
so you did notice that 😊aye!! Pieces of music, conversations in quaint coffee shops, expression on faces of significant others across the years remain. I can’t seem to forget them❤
I always stay at a resort in Lovedale. 🙂
Such beautiful lines..Heart aches for it to be true 😀
Isn’t it a lovely quaint place..😊 and yes it’s been so many years and I still wait for someone to say hello at a railway platform 😄😄
What a lovely story you weave. You can almost hear the intake of breathe as he watches her board the train 🙂
🌺🌺🌺awww…now if only he had said hello 😊
I see that trains are also in your stories! “her silhouette in chiffon” conflates such sensual imagery. 🙂