The Girl at the Door.....

It was a long winter this year,extended till the month of February.On one such winter evening,she was listening to songs at the train-door.Her hair let lose,chilly winds blowing strands over her charming face.She had a distinct gleam in her eyes.Lost in her own world of thoughts,humming a tune occassionally.Something was going on in her mind.Her Cellphone beeped & she read a message,tears swelled up in her dove eyes & she hurriedly typed something.One could make out that she had lost the calm & composure after that beep.Staring at the setting sun,I guess,she was awaiting a reply.All this while,I was observing her & could make out the train of thoughts running at fullspeed in her mind.What was it?I wondered.By now,she was leaning out dangerously,still with her earphones on,a beep,she read,tears started flowing,with each drop freezing on her rosy cheeks.She tried calling someone,she was trying to convince somone,the intensity of her words,feelings stabbed & pierced.Before I could realise,she left the grip on the handle,THE GRIP THAT HELD HER ONTO LIFE.A loud noise & the train came to a screeching halt.There was chaos,people tried to help her.I could already see an angle rising towards the Heavens with the same familiar gleam in her eyes.There she lay,all frozen,the wetness of the pearls still in her eyes,the fear & suffering clearly seen.Besides her was lying her cellphone,ringing incessantly,I picked it up,the screen flashed "SWEETHEART CALLING".I received the call to hear a male voice,shellshocked to know the harsh reality,saying only one thing,"I'm sorry,It's all because of me".I hangedup saying come soon.Relatives were informed& there she lay,awaiting for "SOMEONE",the sleeping beauty forever.