tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35035071876965328872024-03-08T13:07:17.609-08:00A Mysterious Stranger - An unsaid dream! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02948958860360167349noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503507187696532887.post-63203109638707374962014-08-03T07:47:00.002-07:002014-08-03T07:47:36.103-07:00A Mysterious Stranger - An Unsaid Dream<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9">The Story is about a girl who was travelling from Bangalore where she lived with her parents to Delhi to visit her cousin and her cousin’s husband. She reached the railway station before time. There she noticed a guy who was staring at her; she ignored and boarded the train. The moment train started moving she became anxious as w</span><span class="s9">ell as excited to meet her cousin after so long. </span><span class="s9">Her heart was fluttering, beating loudly and ready to jump out of her chest.</span><span class="s9"> She tried to control herself</span><span class="s9">. </span><span class="s9">Her</span><span class="s9"> random urges to get up from her seat and run down the aisle screaming loudly. What was happening to her? Was she out of her mind?</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9">The cause of her anxiety and almost panic attack was the person sitting one row behind her.</span><span class="s9"> She did not understand the reason that guy looking at her.</span><span class="s9"> She had never seen him before, and she had a pretty good memory. She didn’t recall ever in her life coming across this person, so why did he seem so familiar? And most importantly why was she suddenly reacting so strongly on seeing this stranger? The reactions had started the first time she had eye contact with him, which</span><span class="s9"> was when she boarded the train and was trying to arrange</span><span class="s9"> her small c</span><span class="s9">arryon bag under the seat</span><span class="s9">. </span><span class="s9">The strange guy got up from his seat and help her. </span><span class="s9">His hand had grazed hers making her freeze. She had inadvertently strayed few seconds looking into his blue eyes while she thanked him. She had goose bumps all over her arms. Suddenly her teeth were chattering as she managed to utter a jittery “Thank you”.</span><span class="s9"> </span><span class="s9">Later </span><span class="s9">at night</span><span class="s9">she had made fake bathroom trips just to get a better glance at him, to get a better chance at recognizing him in case she had missed it is the first place. </span><span class="s9">Red sparkling t-shirt, a pair of blue shaded jeans, Golden highlighted hair with spikes, a pair of red ankle sneakers, and hint of Bengali accent </span><span class="s9">which she detected when he spoke to the little girl sitting next to him - there was no way she knew him. He seemed to be travelling alone because he was asking the woman sitting with the little girl (presumably the mother) for good places to eat in </span><span class="s9">Delhi and also few recreational </span><span class="s9">places</span><span class="s9">. The </span><span class="s9">train was heading to Delhi</span><span class="s9"> and she picked up from his conversation as she shamelessly eavesdropped, that this was his first time in the city, he was visiting on work.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9">Her next reaction had been to dismiss all this as her mind playing tricks on her out of sheer boredom. It was true - she had been bored out of her wits lately. Moreover, she had finished reading the most enticing series of books, “</span><span class="s9">The Clockward Angel”</span><span class="s9">, a mystery series</span><span class="s9">. S</span><span class="s9">he had thoroughly enjoyed them and was sad that there were no more left in the series to read. She tried to think again, maybe he knew her from somewhere. Well then he should be the one having this unexplainable reaction, not her. Nothing made sense, maybe he was a terrorist</span><span class="s9"> or a serial killer</span><span class="s9"> and her sixth sense was warning her about an attack. But it wasn’t fear that she felt, it something more intense, it was an adrenaline rush, her mind was </span><span class="s9">signalling</span><span class="s9"> that something exciting was about to happen. Was she losing her mind? Perhaps she was. She went through her mental database again and tried to place him, no this was a total stranger. She needed to get all this under control. And now that the </span><span class="s9">train had reached Delhi</span><span class="s9">, she had a chance to do just that, just get out of here, away from him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9">The passengers </span><span class="s9">started de-boarding the train and he</span><span class="s9"> must have been a few spots behind her. As the distance grew, her heart eased and stopped pounding madly. He must have crossed to</span><span class="s9">the other line exiting the train</span><span class="s9">, because she came face to face with him again at the</span><span class="s9"> station platform he smiled</span><span class="s9"> </span><span class="s9">at </span><span class="s9">her and said, “Goodbye, hope you have a nice stay”.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9">She was taken by surprise and that made her loose her footing and she stumbled badly and started falling and landed with a crash.</span><span class="s9"> </span><span class="s9">She got up only to realize that she was in her bed, her own bedroom,</span><span class="s9"> in her own house,</span><span class="s9"> cold sweat dripping from her forehead. This had been a dream after all. What a strange dream she thought. She could remember everything with great clarity, right from the colo</span><span class="s9">u</span><span class="s9">r of his shirt to that of his eyes. It was just so weird</span><span class="s9"> and unacceptable</span><span class="s9">. She had been fretting over the idea of visiting her cousin and her sissy husband and that could have triggered this odd dream. This strange feeling was going to stay with he</span><span class="s9">r all day at college, and the same happened. She could not do anything but think about the strangest dream she had in the night.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9">Later th</span><span class="s9">at day after she had freshened up</span><span class="s9">, she settled in front of h</span><span class="s9">er laptop with a nice cup of coffee catching up on with the</span><span class="s9">emails</span><span class="s9"> she received and telling about her dream to her friends over internet</span><span class="s9">. On a whim, she browsed to the website of “The</span><span class="s9">Clockward Angel</span><span class="s9">”, her latest </span><span class="s9">favourite</span><span class="s9"> book series. She was excited to read that they had finalized the deal to make a</span><span class="s9">Bollywood movie on the first two</span><span class="s9"> books</span><span class="s9"> of the series</span><span class="s9">. The next page in the article just knocked her off her chair. They had announced the cast members that very day and the le</span><span class="s9">ad character of “Detective Mustard Black</span><span class="s9">” was to be played by an unknown </span><span class="s9">actor “</span><span class="s9">Vihaan</span><span class="s9"> </span><span class="s9">Singhania</span><span class="s9">”. He was none other than the stranger from her dream.</span></span></div>
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