They were on their way back from Barcelona to Toulouse, the guy hopelessly in love, the girl surely - if not hopelessly - lonely. They got to talking about normal things; how is business school, what does he do, how is their french, etc. The conversation was pleasant and that kindled interest. This interest was suppressed or was stoked automatically. Everything being in natural order.
Upon reaching Toulouse, the metro ride back from outskirts to the city centre is when he could not avoid her meaningful stare, and for a second stared back. Then back to the business of love and pleasant chatting.
The miniature tragedy was realized in its antithesis, that is hope. Hope as she got down at the wrong station with him. Hope dashed as she realized her stupidity and boarded the train again after making a timid excuse.
The guy whenever he remembered this little incident later in life could not help feeling pity for that girl. At the same time he felt pity for himself. And justly so.
Life holds up mirrors to us in many fashions irrespective of how we indulge ourselves when we see our reflections.
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written on 6 june 14, tifr mumbai
Spanish girl incident on way from Barca to Toulouse
Upon reaching Toulouse, the metro ride back from outskirts to the city centre is when he could not avoid her meaningful stare, and for a second stared back. Then back to the business of love and pleasant chatting.
The miniature tragedy was realized in its antithesis, that is hope. Hope as she got down at the wrong station with him. Hope dashed as she realized her stupidity and boarded the train again after making a timid excuse.
The guy whenever he remembered this little incident later in life could not help feeling pity for that girl. At the same time he felt pity for himself. And justly so.
Life holds up mirrors to us in many fashions irrespective of how we indulge ourselves when we see our reflections.
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written on 6 june 14, tifr mumbai
Spanish girl incident on way from Barca to Toulouse
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