Just Another Scarlett Letter

Dear You,

The train is crowded. I haul my luggage behind me, looking for my seat. I find it at last, in the next compartment. I try to lift the suitcase up. It’s too heavy. Suddenly, I feel a hand taking charge of my suitcase. The hand, is strong and it lifts up the heavy baggage easily. My suitcase goes into the carrier. I smile. You smile back. I fall in love.

Yes, I am a crazy person and I write crazier things. But that’s what I feel all the time. Crazy. That’s what I think all the time. Crazy. The train moves on. I settle down beside you. I start talking, like I always do when I am nervous. I talk about the books I love, the movies I watched over the past few months and the places I visited. I know what you must have been thinking all this while. This girl is CRAZY. And yet you smile all along. And I fall in love every time you smile. This feeling, love, I had never really known it. You look at me. I get lost in your eyes. I can almost see my reflection in them. They are so clear. This time, I smile. You talk. Your voice is deep and beautiful. You talk about your ambition. For once, I listen and I swear I could listen forever. The sun is about to set. It casts a rosy glow all over. The train chugs on. You and I look out of the window. Together. We see a meadow, miles of green stretching to the infinity. I love the scene, as much as I love you.

We have been traveling for a long time now. Yet I feel, there’s so much to know about you. I talk. You smile. I tell you how much I love your smile. You thank me. Dusk enshrouds as the train pierces through the winter evening. The compartment is almost empty now. We are heading towards the final stop. You are dozing beside me. I touch your nose softly. You flinch a little but you do not wake. I trace your eyes with my fingers, then move down to your lips which mesmerize me every time they curve into a smile.

The train stops. I get up. I stand on my toes, trying to get the suitcase down. The thing doesn’t budge. Suddenly you ask me to step aside. I obey. You bring my luggage down. I thank you. You smile. I fall in love. I get down the train. You get down too, after me. I look at you. You hold out your hand. I take it. You shake it firmly and say that you were pleased to meet me. I tell you that I’ll see you around. Then we part. I never see you again. Next week, I fly back to my country keeping miles of land and water between us. Today is 14th February. I love you and I believe, I’ll meet you again, someday, somewhere. If not in person, maybe, in somebody’s smile.

Love,
Me