The wicked smile
Peter
hated trains - especially the crowded ones. He never fussed about waiting a few extra minutes to get on a comfortably less crowded train. And as soon as he got a seat, he would fall asleep. Sometimes, he had to be woken up by someone when the train reached his stop which was thankfully the last. It was a habit and how much ever he tried,
he could never change.
On a cloudy day, he got into the train, got a seat and by the time the train moved, he was fast asleep. But that day was going to be different - life changing to say the least.
That day, for some inexplicable reason, he woke up half way. The sun was showing its face through the dark clouds. A streak of golden sunlight filled the train giving it a heavenly appeal. That was when he saw the girl. That was when he saw her smile. Her ravenous hair looked like waves basking in the sunlight. She looked like an angel who had just stepped down to earth. She looked like a dream that even dreams would dream about. It took a few seconds for him to realize it was not a dream. And the moment felt even better when he realized she was smiling at him.
On a cloudy day, he got into the train, got a seat and by the time the train moved, he was fast asleep. But that day was going to be different - life changing to say the least.
That day, for some inexplicable reason, he woke up half way. The sun was showing its face through the dark clouds. A streak of golden sunlight filled the train giving it a heavenly appeal. That was when he saw the girl. That was when he saw her smile. Her ravenous hair looked like waves basking in the sunlight. She looked like an angel who had just stepped down to earth. She looked like a dream that even dreams would dream about. It took a few seconds for him to realize it was not a dream. And the moment felt even better when he realized she was smiling at him.
She
smiled. He smiled. And then...
"Why
are you smiling?", the missus gave him a curious nudge. Lost in the
dream like moment, Peter had completely forgotten the missus was
accompanying him that day. That was the end of the
dream.
And before he could say anything, the missus stared right into his eyes and asked, "And, why is SHE smiling?"
That was the last time Peter ever
slept on the train.
Life changing - you bet!
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