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When I saw the picture on my computer, I knew this was it. It was the picture I was looking for almost all my life. I don't know, how many times I dreamed about the building which I knew now was a Railway Station.
The dreams started when I was about 8 years old. I was always for someone or something I don't know. Sometimes the dream would have been color other times it would be Black & White. Every morning my dreams ended but the longing remained. I guess, that I was so lost in the search of the love of my dreams, my life that I never bothered to try to find someone to love. Well to be honest I tried sometimes but always failed. But worry not, that's the story for some other times.
I gathered the information about the station and turned out that it was only around 500 Km from my town, so I did what I always wanted to do. That is to go to the station and see if I do find what I keep on searching in my dreams.
When I finally reached the station, it was something entirely different from what I saw in the picture. It was just magical, no picture could do justice to the view, you can only appreciate the true beauty of it all only when you see it yourself. To top it all the weather was just magical.
I was sitting on the bench on the platform and enjoying the weather, when I heard the most beautiful voice ever asking me - " Excuse me? Is this seat taken?"
What else could I have said other than " No please sit."
For some time we just sat there doing nothing. Well not exactly nothing, because we were enjoying the weather. I was reading a Murder mystery and she was reading a Romantic Novel. What a Cliche`.
Suddenly She said turning towards me " Hello!! my book is boring and in your book the murderer is the butler, Mystery solved. Now could we please talk? I am bored to the death."
" Thank you very much detective for solving the mystery, now I don't have to read through 250 more pages to know, who the murderer is." I said smiling.
" Hello, I am Vaishali, how are you? " She said extending her hand towards me.
" Hi I am Vishesh, I am fine, Thank You." I replied smiling, shaking her hand.
" So tell me, do you believe in ghosts? " She asked me suddenly
" No, I haven't seen any ghosts till now. But why do you ask?" I replied
" No Real reason, I just find it fascinating to think that there may be life after life. " She said smiling
" Okay then tell me do you believe in Love?" Bang came another question
" That's another thing which haven't found me yet. Looks like no one loves me. " I said
" Then I would ask you, if you love yourself or not because if even you don't love yourself how can you expect others to love you. Don't you think so? " pat came a response
Actually she made sense and it also helped that she was beautiful, I mean it was easier for her to say, she was the perfect one to fall in love on first sight.
" Would you believe if I tell you that I saw this station in my dreams for many years and I came here because I found it through a picture a friend of mine sent to me. " I said
" Of course, I can believe. I do believe that dreams are combination of our past and future." She said and she really was strange. She looked like a normal girl with her casual appearance and romantic novel and all but her questions and ideas were bit different, but still I couldn't help falling for her
" By the way, are you waiting for someone to come?" I asked her
" No I just live near by and likes to come here. Its just that I have many memories attached to this station." she replied slowly
" You know in my dreams I was always searching for someone and I may be stepping out of boundaries here but I think that I was looking for you. All my life. " I mumbled with butterflies in my stomach
" Really that's really lovely to hear. Would you like to take a walk?" She asked strangely still smiling
We walked for some time and although there were few people on the station they ceased to exist for me. As far as I was concerned there were only two people on the entire earth me and her. My dreamy state came to a startling halt like waves against a giant rock and I couldn't believe for a second what I was looking at. There was a huge picture of Vaishali on the platform wall and the words written below the picture just took all my breath with them. They said...
" In memory of our town's bravest Hero Mrs. Vaishali Sinha who sacrificed her life to save lives of 20 school children on 27th March 1990 "
Suddenly Vaishali's question about ghost made sense after all she herself was a ghost. I was suddenly paralyzed with fear and couldn't move a inch
" oh so you have already seen the picture good so I won't have explain everything to you." came her sound
" Wh.. Wha.. What?" It was like the cat took my tongue
" So wouldn't you say i look exactly like her?" she asked
" Her? you mean, you are not her? I mean, Aren't you a ghost? " I stammered
Then I heard the most beautiful laugh in the world and then she said
" No Idiot!! I am not a ghost. Oh God! anybody would think that. No I am not her, she's my mom, Hero of this town. I like to come here because this place reminds me of her." She explained and it made sense but still the name, how could they both have same name I asked her.
" Because dad loved mom very much and as per him it was the most beautiful name and he wanted to take only that name in the house. And I also love my name and my dad too. " she said
" I Love You." I said
" I Love You, too" She said
And those were the most beautiful words I had ever heard
One evening made me believe in so many things Ghosts, Chances, Dreams, Heroes, Love and most of all that yes dreams do come true. You just have to pursue them with all your might and determination. And I believe that's life, which changes in one moment from Bad to worse or Good to Better, that totally depends on you.
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