When they stopped for me : short story

I walked across that busy road in the dim light. Heard the screeching sound of a car that braked near me. I never bothered to listen what it was. My eyes were filled up and were waiting to flow as a dam waiting to overflow after a violent storm. I walked straight down the road, felt deprived. Her words were roaring in my ears.

Months back I met her in the busy railway station waiting for my train to Patna. Two days in train, I felt drowsy just by thinking about it. I should have opted for a flight instead, cursing my luck of not getting flight tickets I stood in the corner. Accidentally I noticed a girl, she was not very beautiful. But she had a charm in her face, many call it a blush, she seemed involved in the book she had. I was busy thinking about the train, travel and involved in the gadgets I had.
Minutes passed by, and the train arrived and as usual I rushed to the compartment dragging my luggage. I saw her sitting opposite to me again engrossed in her book.

I love to draw landscapes. I take pictures in my memory and draw it to make my travel less boring. She seemed curious in my work and gave a glance to it. I felt amused, posed as if I don’t care what she is looking for and involved in my activities.

“That’s nice”
I looked at her, with the same feeling as if I have heard enough compliment and not letting my ego down, I replied to her

“Thanks”.
Our friendship started like that. I reached back to Bangalore from my home town. I told my friends who stay with me about the girl I met in the train. I drew pictures and mailed it to her id. She complimented me for everything I did, which boosted my confidence. I started drawing pictures and send it to various magazines I knew. My evenings where never lonely, I used to chat with her for hours. All my friends who are working as software engineers come home late at night. I had nothing to do at home, than to wait for her calls. I hate busy tones when I called her. She had a lot of friends, more guys than girls. I always had that in my mind that I should never fall in love with her. She talks about her friends who drop her late night, took her to movies, feast at friends house and even friends who call her inebriated.

I started meeting her some times. We use to walk in the shades of serene trees holding her hand. One day I took my courage and held her hands in my palms and gently kissed her. I expected a blushed or a nervous girl but in turn she laughed at me with an expression of compassion.

Days later, after a beautiful day she told me that she was in love with some one. I expected this, but never thought she will hide that from me. I stopped meeting her, I felt disturbed to see her messages and mails. Though our relationship continued, her feeling towards me changed. She often asked me if I know that I am not the only one she needs to be bothered. These questions crept into my heart like poisonous arrow.

One day I decided to meet her, in the way back home after an important discussion with my client in town. I felt very happy to meet her after a long time. She expressed her desire to come with me until the place I would get a bus. While dreaming about the wonderful moments I would spend with her, her phone rang. She picked up the phone and confirmed the other person on the other end that she would reach there in five minutes. My eyes filled up, I cursed the moment which I decided to meet her.

“Auto”???
I looked back and was literally shocked to realize that I crossed that busy road with out even knowing what was happening around. I got into the autorickshaw and told him the place to drop, wishing never in life to meet her again.

Crux of the story is based on real story of my friend