Transition - Part 1
I was on my way back from vacation, cozy in my seat, listening songs on my phone, when I first met her. She was the only other girl in the compartment. In addition she was pretty and spoke my language. May be this trip’s not going to be that lame and depressing as I thought. However I did note that she was having her shields up - reading John Grisham’s “The confession”, clutching her bag and seemed genuinely scared – probably traveling alone for the first time. It was when the bag she had on so dearly, had to be put down for raising the middle berth, I noticed the jingle noise it made inside, that I could make out of only one thing – ‘Jewelry inside’. I tried the odds – South Indian pretty girl traveling alone with jewels. Provided the conservative background she is from; most probably running away from home, may be even from her wedding. Though not much of a helping brother or a crying shoulder, I had to know her story. It’s not every day that you see a runaway bride. ...