That first moment across a smile that breaks through a closed self.
A smile so consistent that it succeeds to drive away a blue melody in a heart across unknown wooden barriers.
And then the surprising inconsistent way conversation dabbles between polite speech, emotional outburst and a switched off silence.
A long time ago, a little girl had to bid goodbye for a month to a dad who meant life to her.
So she stood on a rain washed platform… and read…irctc, reservation counter, luggage van…station master…
Spelt them forwards and backwards till she was sure tears blinked them away through an activity of the mind…
Years down she spelt…kingfisher…jet lite…spice…go air…again …just that it was in a different sense of a farewell .
And then a closed self formed itself into an entity.
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