You gave your reasons

This is a story narrated by a girl whom I met in the train on my way back home in the summers. She basically belonged to kanpur, was studying in some college in Delhi. Unlike the typical Delhites, she was far more humble, far more sober. Once we started talking, she gave me a brief tour of her background and then told the recent incident which had left her in dilemma.

Before going to sleep after some long hours of talks, some funny, some quite serious ones, she handed me a piece of paper.

I never gave my reason but you gave yours,

you thought I broke the link, but it never was the link.

It took nearly an year to convince myself enough sure,

you may not know but it wasn`t just a blink.

You thought it was a matter of bearing some stress alone,

never realised about that soul wandering lone.

Haven`t you ever thought that you always require

a little dynamic stress to construct a firm foundation.

I always wanted this story erased from my memory

as an open-eyed dream.

But you continued it rationally,

once you started, you never stopped.

I got a little tired, a little pissed off,

in return I got some real reviews, some real advices.

Now after a six months` breach, you claim for my reason,

Is it really worth it?

When I woke up in the morning, she was gone. The train was halting at some station. Probably her statiom arrived late at night. But that piece of paper kept me wondering. Why did she gave that to me? Did I know her at some stage of my life?

The train started moving. I sat by the window seat resting my left hand over the iron railing, held the piece in the other unfolding the pages of history.