The two girls came and sat in front of me in the first class compartment. They squeezed themselves in between the kids sitting there. Both were thin....not like girls who would starve themselves to size zero. They did not seem to come from an affluent or even a middle class family and were barely adults. A thinnes arising from being too young and not eating much.
Both sat next to each other, arm to arm, leg to leg. There was this strange closeness between them. One girl was whispering into her phone while the other leaned in to listen from the outside. After some time, I heard her tell the other girl "Rahul ko nau baje ka time diya hain." That's when I noticed her bright pink lipstick and cheap shiny shoes that you get from the roadside.
The kids and a few commuters left. They still sat as close to each other...not moving away. I overheard snippets of their now soft talk. "Jab paisa hoga na...." "Paise aane ke baad main sabse pehle.......machine kharidoongi" "Kya karen....family....responsibility hain..." "Mera favourite....khareedna hain..."
Two stops later they got down hand in hand. I could only wish that they remain as close for many more years to come....like soul sisters. There was that innocence, that closeness and understanding still left in this world. So different from the "me" centric friendships of today.
A strange nostalgia started setting in.
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