The Train To Delhi – Short story

“Hurry!” He shouted “Please, we have to go.” Stated Adam in a dramatic voice. Wind roared outside and big droplets of rain fell heavy on the pavement. I stood on my spot contemplating whether or not we should leave in such crazy weather conditions. But the weather was not the only thing making me reconsider; I still held doubts in my mind about our extremely childish decision. But I knew at this point it was not up to debate; we had been planning this for months. And we were going to leave now.

“Baby, look outside it’s mad!” I tried reasoning with my stubborn lover, but even I knew that trying to convince him into staying was senseless. In fact if it was him that was trying to convince me instead I would have lost my mind. I wanted him. I wanted him! And I wanted our life together more than any other thing in the world. To stay would make me brainless. To stay would go against every single one of my hearts convictions. I felt him move closer to me and his soft hand clasped mine’s. I turned around to look at him and a small grin started to form on his plump lips. His smile spoke of wild adventures and warm sunny days in the most beautiful corners of our world. His smile promised me happiness.

“Lets go right now; we have to make it to the train in time.” He said softly, with a hint of excitement evident in his soothing voice.

“Leila!” He said my name as if he was trying to shake me from my dilemma, but there was no dilemma. The rains would not stop us; no the rains were a gift. Even the heavens knew of our plan; I had been praying to have him!

“Lets go Adam.” I said. I had made my decision and slowly my worries began to dissipate. They made way for a new found hope reminding me why we were running away in the first place. I loved him; so deeply; so madly and they just would not allow for our relation. But who were they to speak on our lives matters! Who were they to tell us we could not love! Do they know love makes us human and it is they who have forgotten what it means to care, to nurture, and to desire. I know we must sound mad to any reasonable person, but by god few have loved like we have and only a few understand.

I looked up at Adam and he stared back in anticipation. I had made up my mind. I took his hand in mine and led him towards the door. Reaching for the door knob; he held the door open as I walked out. The heavy rain fell around us persistently, but there was no stopping us. It was a ten minute walk to the station and the train to Delhi would be leaving soon. We had to run if we wanted to make it. The rain was starting to drench my clothes.

“We have to move fast!” Said Adam; furiously excited. He took my hand in his firm hold and we broke into a run. Our feet hard against the pavement. My heart pounded in my chest. The streets blurred around us as the train station began to come into sight. Running up the steps of the station the first thing we saw were the vendor stands lined up at one end of the station serving travelers. The mighty steam train stood on its tracks on the other end. The rain had calmed down now. It came down gently. We stood at the train station for a moment; this was it.

“I love you!” Adams voice called from beside me and I turned to look at him. His clothes were drenched but the smile on his face was persistent. He still clutched my hand and suddenly he started to move forward; leading me towards the train. The train that would lead to the rest of our lives.

 

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