Journeys

The local train trundles onto platform 7. They are the only ones still occupying a bench, along with cheese-chili and an open can of Thums-Up.

She elbows him, “5 o’clock, straight hair and heels. Shall I ask her number for you?”

His simpers, “Left, 6’1″, gliding to the front of the crowd. Should I give him yours?”

He is too laid-back for her. She is too much a tomboy to fit his people. They bumped at Dadar station a year ago. Since then, they meet here daily to watch the world pass by while they find suitable matches for each other.

P.S: The above short story has been reviewed by Chandigarh Critique Group and has won a short story compitition