A little girl… wearing her white and blue school uniform… must be returning from her school … she was with a woman carrying her school bag… must be her mother… she was sitting right opposite to me with that little girl…
The little girl, oh! She was a sweetheart, the cutest I’ve ever seen, munching away her bar of Dairy-milk, talking away either to herself or with her mother… she was so animated…all the time swaying her two little legs to and fro or moving her hands in various gestures…trying to prove a point or two or clearing her queries about the unreal world which is so different from her own…
Her mother got tired of clearing her doubts and stopped responding… she understood and so stopped nagging her and returned to her own world which she found more familiar than the one she was actually residing in. It was her own world, her real home, where she did not have to worry about anything; she did not have to take permission from anyone for anything…she was a free bird…
She started humming a tune…her own song…then gradually when she got into the rhythm she started moving and making dancing gestures in her seat…she was making different forms with her hands – her very own mudras… at one point she even got down from her seat, balanced herself and was about to do a full-fledged jig when she was pulled back to her seat by reality – her mother. But she could not care less and carried on in her crazy dream world. She continued with her hand gestures, rolling eyes and mumbled humming…totally unaware of the outside world.
The train compartment – it was fairly crowded… there were people from the real adult world where people mind their own business all the time yet never leaving an opportunity to poke their nose into other people’s life, people who are concerned about their own privacy but never stops discussing other people’s private matters…
The little girl – she had all these reality around her, constantly staring and ogling at her… but she was completely oblivious… they could not take her out of her own world… they could not break into her privacy… she had it all locked up in her mind…
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