Tears that smiled.

“It’s easy to break a heart.” He said.
“Yes.You don’t really need to do anything. You just need to walk away.” He said.

She sat on the chair at the busy railway station recalling all what he had once said. All his promises he made, to leave her. The faces around her, smiling, talking, exchanging laughter and taking quick glimpses at the phone, were known to her. Amidst so many people, she felt alone. A train came. A train went. Her eyes were still glued on the train.

Ah! Yes, they first met in the train.
“Whoa, you girls carry so much with you.” He said when she took out salt from her bag.
“Oh yeah? You would be eating saltless food in that case. Instead of thanking me, you talk… Nevermind, you want it or don’t?” Obviously, she was angry. This conversation was just five minutes after they met. (just for information.:P)
“You are always this grumpy or you are special to me?”
“I don’t believe it, you can be so rude to someone who is being hospital to you.” She flushed. “There is something called ‘sarcasm’ you forgot to learn with being ‘hospital'” He said.
“What the… Die.” She said.
“With you?” He teased her even more.

She had no option to go somewhere else. She sat there, facing towards the window and occassionally murmuring in anger. He, on the other hand, looked at her and smiled. Frustrated she, picked up the iPod and began listening to songs. Obviously, humming them too. He carefully listened to them.
“You sing well.” He said, after a long time, to break the ice.
“Thanks.” She froze the ice, even more.
“That’s unfair. I praise you and you just say thanks?”
“What do you want me to say? Hey,.. Umm, what’s your name? Nevermind, whatever your name is, please marry me? You want me to say that?”
“Maybe. And my name is Sudhanshu. What’s yours?” He bit lower lip to supress his smile.
“You are smart.” She cut him off.
“Thanks. But that wouldn’t be your name. Is it?”
“Pretty woman. Pretty name.” He complimented.
“Areyy. I honestly complimented. You girls would find it honest when we men flirt and flirt when we are honest. You’d never understand us.” He said the last sentence in a typical dramatic fashion.
“Oh yeah.”
“What do you do?” He asked.
“I’m a photographer. And?”
“And what?”
“And what do you do?” She involunterily asked.
“Ah, you women, why so igoistic? Anyway. I’m a doctor.”
“Oh you are the doctor. Dad told me that there’s a doc in my compartment. I thought he must be an ugly hypocrite.”
“And now?” She smiled.
“I still think the same.” She bit her lip.

Little did she know that she would be blushing at the messages from the same person she fought with, two months back. He used to talk about not being a permanent individual, about anonymity. She never understood. She took them, usually, as a joke. She even laughed once. But he always meant to say the same thing, ‘I won’t stay.’

One month later, she didn’t hear from him for over a week. Obviously it tensed her. She couldn’t reach him over phone or over mails or his home. He was true.

It was no use thinking about these things anymore. Four years have passed. Life had moved an inch. She was now a married woman. All the relatives who had come to attend her wedding, were waiting for their trains. Merrily exchanging jokes and women, gossips. She sat there, with tears and memories in her eyes, alone.

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