Mumbai Local and that thing with him!

" I think we need to move on" Said she He disconnected saying the voice was cracking and he could hear naythin.

this left her confused and awkward in its own right. She after so much of inside struggle had finally confronted him that they needed to separate their ways, they needed to look ahead of their relationship in life which was drawing both of them back, She finally had told him and herself that she wanted to move on, it just wasnt working for her.

but now it was a strange situation she was left with. was it that the guy ignored or more so, intentionally didnt acknowledge what she said or was there,in reality, a network problem. Standing at the railway station, lost in this dilemma, she had already missed her train to Andheri. She was on her way to meet an old friend. He had just returned from a long vacation in Mexico. Mexico the land of enhancement, a land that still held culture, a land of folk and art, a land of People, a land of Latino Musica! Ah Mexico.

She had been a traveler at heart. Right from the time discovery showed this show on travel, and she used to ge up at 8 in the morning to watch that on holidays, to just before her PG time, She had just been traveling and now she had this 'oh so common in a B school photography keeda' as well! Well honestly, she had already been into it, just that she could now flaunt it with her so called DSLR! Anyways, We'd return to her interests and her , in a little while!

So, she had already missed her train to andheri and the next train coming her way was a Bandra on, that gave her more time to ponder over 'what may sound like a normal conversation to anyone outside of radar of what was going on' and she might seem so silly for investing so much of her time in just thinking about it.

so she decided to just sit down. luckily or unluckily, she found a place to sit.

a old women, came and stood beside her. The station was not that empty or that full. She offered her  a seat, but the women didnt wish to sit. I would call her aunty for the ease of it and infact that's how the protagonist here, addressed her. So, aunty was  a lean old women dressed in a gown so to say. Being from Mumbai She could guess that aunty was a Parsi. yeah, We do assume, we do see people though 'Stereotypes'!

So they started chatting, infact it was more of a monologue! Aunty wanted to speak and decided to do so!

our girl was lost in her own translation of things, but aunty went on!

... to be continued!