The Waiting

I wait for the train to arrive. In the sweating heat, you are the only solace. I hold your hands for fear of being lost amongst hundreds of passengers. It’s my being lost is what I fear. You laugh at me. I glow with your warmth. I touch your brow. The jade bangle looks good on you. Bluish green bangle on your green dress. It’s hot and I am all sweaty. But you glow with a freshness which separates you from the rest. I like watching you. I know it would not be long. And still I hope it stays the way it is. The crowd is busy with itself. There is an undercurrent of excitement which is faintly discernible. I feel it. And you give me a nod, as if in approval. Silently, you turn your back. For once, you would not watch me go. It is painful you say. Left all alone in the midst of everyone. The train would arrive any moment now…