I am here and you are there. You sit there with your cards and I with headphones plugged into my ear. I remain oblivious of everyone around except the lemon tree playing into my head. You are there, with your friends playing Rummy for the umpteenth number of time Yet I have not seen you win. And I want you to. The girl beside you and the guy across you keep winning. But don’t seem to share their luck or love for the game to beat them at it.
Earlier, all i just saw were your hands, because your fingers were doing the work. I was content to let you remain hidden behind the curtain. You were content with teasing my imagination and I was glad to let it run wild.
You keep wiggling your toes and looking around in the hope of catching my eye. But you dart away, the moment you think I might look you straight in the eye. And now you are playing with your smartphone, all the while staring at my mauve feet. Back again you are with your feet up, lounging in the shadow of your friend and waiting for me to smile.
But this is all we will ever be!! Strangers on the train because we both don’t have the nerve to strike a conversation. So while I slip into my world of imaginary friends, you will go on and play more card games.
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