It was the best part of my daily routine. I used to wait eagerly to see you for that one glimpse of yours would make my day. You looked beautiful and the early morning rays of the sun only made it better. The only part of the hour long journey that I liked was when the train stopped near your station. You wouldn’t get into my train but you’d always be there, standing outside waiting for yours. I didn’t know your name or what you did. All I knew was that you made my day. And then it all ended! My office relocated and I’d to take a different train. The surroundings as they were, were gloomy for neither the sun nor you would be there to brighten it. And my happiness now seemed to be buried underground!
I sat looking out of the window, with no hopes of seeing you. And then I caught a glimpse of a familiar face, it was you! And this time you did get into the train and my joy knew no bounds! I was overjoyed and I couldn’t control my emotions. I extended my hand for a handshake and blurted, “Hi! I’m Raj!”
“Yes I know you old man, I’m your wife! You’ve said that 40 years ago and now I regret saying “Hi” to you that day! Why did you get into the train leaving me at the station?”, she yelled at me.
Oh wait, my memory failed me again! But did I tell you that is how our story began?
Linking this to The Daily Post’s prompt:Underground
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