I am not the average guy you would meet anywhere. I like solitude, quiet walks by the beach with a slight drizzle falling about me. I like the birds, their music and envy their ability to fly away from this worrisome world. I like poetry. I like girls - especially one with a dimple on her chin.

In life sometimes you come to a crossroad and you have to make a choice. Both options look good but you can take only one. For me it was either Madras or Bombay for my higher education. I chose - Bombay.

Bombay was fast. Fast, crowded and dirty. The daily commuting in those crowded trains was a nightmare. But then you adjust. I adjusted and then I began to like these train journeys. I could see so many different kinds of people who had come to make their fortunes in this great city and each one told a unique story - if you looked hard enough!

It was during one such journey that I saw her. She was dressed in the usual jeans and T-shirt. Fair, tall, not too slim, sharp nose and large round eyes that returned my probing gaze. The next day I was on the same train - and so was she! And the next day and the next.

My friends who were not on cloud nine like me, tried to warn me against her. "Rich girl, da - will marry a rich guy whom her parents find for her, man - you are just a time pass" and so on. I knew all this but I was head over heels in love and there is always such a thing called Hope.

But my Hope took a beating! One day, out of the blue she told me about her marriage to some filthy rich guy and she also invited me to her wedding because - to put it in her words - we were "close"! It was like being in the depths of an endless abyss. Well, after you lose hope and love there is nothing much left in life and I began to explore the possibilities of ending it. Life had lost its purpose and meaning for me.

~*~

Around the same time in Madras, there lived a girl. She was not the average girl you would meet anywhere. She liked solitude, quiet walks by the beach with a slight drizzle falling about her. She liked the birds, their music and envied their ability to fly away from this worrisome world. She liked poetry and by the way she also had a cute little dimple on her chin.

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