The Unspoken Love story... contd
by Anjali Punia
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An old lady came and stood nearby me, and I gave my seat to her. Because of the crowd, I was forced to stand next to him. The train was full. And I was pushed inside a little in the other compartment of because of sudden break. I stood there as there was no way out. The compartment was packed. Suddenly the guy standing at back of me started falling on me. I moved a little in front and same thing happened again. I was frustrated, but in the crowd I felt helpless. Suddenly I felt a hand wrapping over my shoulder and the guy who was getting on my nerves for sometime stepped back. I looked around to find him (my savior Raghav) looking at me assuring that he is there. I simply nodded my head in response to tell him that I knew he was there. No, I didn’t speak a word being the adamant girl, but words are rarely needed to convey my feelings.
Today, even after one year, both of us board the same metro in the morning. We sit or stand just next to each other, but none of us has ever spoken a word. Only our eyes and hearts do the talking. It is our unspoken love story. ****