It was a beautiful nap or I shud say sleep, till the tym i got a pat on my shoulder, oh it was a T.T. I woke up in a hurry, he asked me for the tickets, I took my tickets out and looked at my watch, FUCK..!! thats the first word came out off my mind. The ticket checker took my ticket and gave me a look as if i have done some kind of crime. I asked the ticket checker, "Is the train to Shantiniketan is on time, I mean...any further delay..??" The T.T. looked at me for a second and den replied "it is suppose to leave at 12:45 pm and till now there hasn't been any announcement of any further delay."
It is 12:40 and I just have five more minutes before the train leaves the station for shantiniketan. I immidiately got up, took my bag-pack, looked at my watch for one last time and ran out of the room. Just outside the room was the same constable standing with his "Lathi" in his hand. I asked him about the platform, he looked at me, as if I have already missed my train to shantinikean. I again asked him for the platform, he looked at me with an attitude and replied, "Platform Four." I started sprinting towards platform number four, but suddenly realised, "I dont know my Seat and Coach Number", so i again went back towards the board on which the chart was stuck. I started seaching for my name, I coudnt find out my name, I asked a person standing next to me about the chart for A/C coaches. He replied, "I have no idea, you can check the other side of the board." I went to the other side, and started looking for my name, suddenly saw my name, 'Apurvo Banerjee, Coach No.: A1, Seat No.: 13'. Felt the sense of relief within me and said to my self "so Mr. Banerjee your journey begins..". Then, realised, if i don't start running now my journey will gona end here at the platform...so again sprinted and this time it was faster than before...didn't see the time but 'll consider myself, faster than the gentleman named Mr.Bolt, well atleast after catching up a missing train i have the full right to think like that. Took a deep breath and went inside the compartment, looking for my seat no.13. Oh! there it is, said to myself and approached, kept my bag below my seat and sat. Kept my head on the backrest and closed my eyes. After a while, I opened my eyes and looked around, said to myself.."WohO..this train is filled with the so called intellectuals of the city..." and assumed who might be sitting beside me, so i turned my head and saw the same girl who was there at the cafe, "My Lady White..." I said. Probably I was loud, so she heard me and replied "Excuse Me..". I paniced and said "nop...umm...nothing." But as they say, when you are destined to meet some one then nothing can stop you from that, irrespective of how irritating i was to her at the cafe.
So looked at her and smile, she didn't reply. I asked her, "so you are on your way to Shantiniketan.. for a holiday or you have some work??" "On a holiday.." she replied in her American accent. "Oh kewl..!! so we both are going there on a holiday" I replied in a very lame way. She made a face which made me realise to stop or else she 'll change her seat. So I kept quite for few....SECONDS...and again asked her, "so what you do....I am sorry...Hi I am Apurv". "Lizzie" she replied. "So what you do Lizzie..??" I asked her. She in a very frustrated manner, yet with a lil soberness replied "I am here to do a research on BAUL music." I said "WOW!!" and then thought, how many of us do really know about Baul music? Guess this is how we are, we will listen to Pink Flyod, Ramstien or say Pearl Jam but there is hardly anyone who has ever heard about Baul Music.
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