Posted on: Jun 15, '09
The train tune
Ah! Experiences, anecdotes, incidents... They make life so rich and give one a feel-good feeling.
I was getting back home last night, real late, as usual. While waiting for the last train, at 1:30 am, I saw a PYT waiting all alone, looking a bit distressed and talking to someone on the phone. Then she walked out of the platform and I thought maybe she had someone fetch her or she took a rick back home.
As the train pulled in, I felt a touch on my shoulder, and the same PYT said, "Hi, you are traveling all alone too. Can we keep each other company?" Hmm... just-another-occasional late-commuter-wanting-to-feel-safe-by-talking-to-someone. But I had nothing to lose. So, we both sat down, and she pointed towards my violin, 'Do you play?' I replied, 'Can't confidently claim that. But, I'm learning for sure.' She smiled and said, 'And you wouldn't play right now if I asked you to?' I looked around, 'In the train? That would be a bit much.' She smiled again, 'I understand... Where are you going?' 'Home. Getting off at Borivali,' I said. She smiled and turned away to let the tissue paper soak her tears. Awkward!
I didn't want to get into the zone of asking if she was alright, if she wanted to talk or share... and she'd say, 'oh it's nothing, but this and this' and I'd mouth some stupid words of wisdom (that's an oxymoron, nay?). So, before I realised it, I was saying, 'You know what... Let me play a tune for you. Anyway, it's just the two of us now.'
The girl looked visibly surprised, pleasantly, I'd like to think. 'Really? That would be so sweet,' she smiled. Then she said even before I could play, "You know, I asked you because my father before passing away told me that the only thing he wanted to do in life before dying was to play the violin once or see me play. So, I'm quite attached to the instrument, even if I don't play it myself." I didn't know how to react to that.
So I played two tunes for her and she was very happy. So happy that I thought she'd cry again for a different reason and my violin playing exercise would be a waste because I played to make her stop crying. Then she said, 'It's really so sweet that you played because you saw me weeping. Actually..." she narrated why she was crying. Damn! That's what I was trying to avoid. But thankfully I didn't have to shed those pearls of wisdom and she said a rather sweet thank you and, 'You have done such a sweet thing for me and I wouldn't like to forget you. So, I have to know your name.' Then we exchanged names. Her name was Angela :)
Tags: music, violin, tune, friends
but then again thats just being u eh? 
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