In transit

Prompt: In Transit

Train stations, airport terminals, subway stops: soulless spaces full of distracted, stressed zombies, or magical sets for fleeting, interlocking human stories?

I have traveled extensively and to me, very often these “soulless” spaces mark the very epitome of “soulfulness”. Often, so very often, it is to bid goodbye to a station, a place that holds fond memories – of friendships made and sometimes broken…..of bonds created out of nothing and yet so strong that it is unfathomable to think that they may no longer be a part of you once you leave.

So often, a quick and brisk handshake hides more than it reveals.. knowing that a longer good bye, a hug or a smile may end up allowing a tear to escape. Afraid that the Goodbye might never be “Till we meet again”! Continue reading




Prompt: If you had to come up with one question, the answer to which would determine whether or not you could be friends with a person you’ve just met, what would it be? What would the right answer be?

“Hi! “, she said shyly. “Hi! ” came the soft answer.  Silence for some time.

Both were at a party and it was obvious both  did not know too many people around.  Each had arrived with their respective husbands who had promptly deposited them in the ladies corner and disappeared in the general direction of the bar.

After a few more minutes of the companionable silence, Aruna asked the young girl: “What are your hobbies?” “Oh,”  said Deepa – they had by now exchanged first  names – ” I just love books,”  followed by a heartbeat later,” movies and music, too. “

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