‘Seen Countenance’
Chapter Three: The Meeting

Shubho was gazing at the railway tracks when he heard someone calling out his name. Shubho was so much engrossed in his own thoughts that he could not recognize that some one was indeed calling him; moreover it had been two years since he left Bhopal, his Native, and it had been two years since he heard some one calling him by the name ‘Shubho’. When he heard the shout “Shubho!” for the third time, he turned around to find a lady with a familiar face smiling at him. “ I know this lady very closely, but what is so different in her that stops me from recognizing her?” thought Shubho.
It did not take Shubho too long to recognize Surekha, After all he knew her since childhood. But he did take sometime, since he had always seen her in a Jeans and a T-Shirt. After Surekha got married she has made herself used to Sari. She loved wearing Cotton Saris with Red, Blue or Green borders. She was like a typical Indian Married Lady, in Sari White and red bangles long flowing hair and a red bindi on her forehead. Her big dark eyes complimented her fair complexion. She did not put too much makeup, but she was pretty so she never had to, She carried a black color ladies handbag made of leather and a Novel in her hand. She never wore too much of Jewelry but she loved diamonds, so she loved wearing a diamond nose stud, and a pair of diamond earrings. Her wedding ring was of gold and apart from the red and whit bangles that were made of Conch and lac (Shankha and Rulee) She wore golden Kadhas (Balas in Bengali).
Shubho was amazed to see her, so different from the last time he met her, but what an elegant change in the girl, of course she is a woman now. “ I saw you crossing the tracks when I was on the over bridge” said Surekha “it took me ten minutes to search you”, “By the way, How are you?” questioned Surekha realizing that it was part of an etiquette to ask that first. Shubho replied” I am fine, how about you?” replied Shubho casually with a slurry voice. “How come you have put down?” Asked Surekha as she Shubho as a tall, Fair, well built and a handsome Youth back in Bhopal two years ago. Shubho is now tall and fair but had lost all his built, the boy who always stood straight, now had a hunch. His dark circles and gloomy eyes indicated that he was into some kind of hallucination, or may be he had not slept since days. Shubho with his slurry voice and gloomy eyes pretended to be alright and tried his level best to stand straight.
“What is wrong with you Shubho? You don’t seem to be ok.” Asked Surekha. Shubho was not in a position to answer that so he gave her a gloomy stare and turned his eyes towards her feet. Without answering her he said after noticing the Bindi on her forehead “So how is your married life?” “It is Fun” replied Surekha.

'Seen Countanence'
Chapter Two- What a Coincidence!

Surekha Ganguly was born and brought up in the city of Bhopal that is in Madhya Pradesh. She had completed her graduation in Bachelor in Arts from Bhopal University. Her father got her married the very next month after she completed her graduation to an Engineer who was settled in Mumbai. His name was Prakash Ganguly. Surekha settled in Mumbai with her husband and was put up at Chembur Sindhi Colony and got herself a Job at Dadar West in a School as a History Teacher. As a Child She had always dreamt of winning a beauty Pageant and getting into Hollywood Films. It was not that she was capable. She was pretty and well to do it was just the middleclass values of her family that came as a barrier between her and her dreams and aspirations.
For Surekha it was indeed another Manic Monday and she was still getting adjusted with the intensity of the crowd in Mumbai. She used to often think of her hometown and used to miss the warmth in the people's behavior. Surekha used to board the 937 local at harbourline from Chembur Station and get down at Kurla and catch the 9.52 Slow local to Chatrapati Shivaji Terminus. She always preferred the slow local from Kurla rather than catching the overcrowded Fast local where the People traveling enjoyed to live life at its edge by hanging out of the compartment entrance, People inside were almost physically molested getting cramped amidst the crowd. Today when she was waiting at the kurla station she came across a pauper-playing Harmonium, the tune that he was playing was very familiar to her. It reminded her of her neighbor 'Shubho'. Shubho was her childhood friend who was brilliant in studies and had got through the Entrance Exam for IIT with flying colors, had got an admission for B-Tech at IIT Powai and has been residing in Mumbai Since last Two years. Though they both were in the same City they were not in contact. Surekha was married since last six months and had been residing here in Mumbai since then, though they were great friends Subho couldn't attend her marriage because of his busy study schedule. Surekha knew that he was staying in a student's hostel at Kalina but never bothered to get the address from Shubho's parents. While the Harmonium tune reminded he of Shubho she kind of started missing him and the his silly pranks on her, for which Shubho was punished several times by his parents but that could not stop him from continuing with the pranks.
As the Local arrived at the platform she just gathered herself and got into a ladies compartment. She managed to stand comfortably resting her back on one of the anterior of the Seats, the thoughts started running in her mind once again. She remembered the incident when Shubho and herself with a few other kids had once hired a taxi during 'Durga Puja' and had traveled through out Bhopal Hopping Puja Pandals. As she was thinking of those days she suddenly realized that the train had just left the Matunga station and is about Reach Dadar. She got ready to get down, she dint had to do too much as she knew she need not move, the crowd will take her through. As she got down at the platform she hurried towards the steps leading to the over bridge the place was jam-packed and all she was worried about was of the Mobile Flickers. She had already lost two in the past. It took her ten minutes to get on to the Over Bridge when she looked down towards the railway tracks suddenly saw a familiar face Trying to cross the railway tracks to get in to the Western Side of the station from the Central side. "Is that Shubho?"

'Seen Countenance'

Chapter One: Gazing at the Railway Tracks.

It was 10.00 AM and another Manic Monday Morning. People gathered at Dadar station, with a motive to reach the destination on time. Destination ‘Workplace’. The Crowd in thousands at a single platform waiting to catch the 10:07 AM Local to Churchgate reminds you of the thousands of devotees on a pilgrimage to Kashi. People with frown. All marching at their respective workplace with a motive to keep up with the pace of 21st century's growing economy rate and growing cost of living. Seems like every thing is Growing and there is no end to it. However we need to appreciate the efforts that are put in to reach the office on time.
Amidst the crowd there was a 22-year-old youth standing lonely gazing at the railway tracks and sipping on his fresh lime soda that he had bought from the platform vendor selling cold drinks and snacks. Some how he had managed to find a place to sit on one of the benches that holds a capacity of three and five people manage to accomodate themselves comfortably including a woman. He looked one amongst the thousands of commuters waiting for the local. But was he really waiting for the local? He looked so aimless and dejected as if he has lost the most precious belonging of his lifetime. The dark Circles around his hgloomy eyes indicated that he has not slept since hours. His white color T-Shirt was not put in to laundry for days, which is why the white T-shirt was looking more like yellow with brown patches on it. The Jeans “ well I need not explain, you don’t laundry jeans anyways or do you?” His red color Reebok Snickers were more dark brown and dirty like a rag. He probably did not have a haircut since months and not shaved since weeks. What was he really thinking? “She will come? Or She will not?” when suddenly he heard a feminine voice calling out “Shubho” The name sounded familiar to him. Then he thought, “Oh! Shubho is my name”. It had been two years since someone had called him ‘Shubho’. This was a name his parents, his younger brother Debojit or Deboo and his childhood friends used to call him with. After hearing the name from a not so familiar voice he did feel a sense belonging in him, something that he had been missing since last two years.
The six feet tall Shubho stood up and moved his gazing eyes from the railway tracks and started turning around to scan each and every faces that he could see around, none looked to be bothered at him. Shubho did not bother to sit again as he felt more comfortable standing rather than sitting crumpled. He felt probably his ears are ringing. He turned back gazing at the railway tracks. “ Did some one really call me?” ,”is there anyone around who has recognized me?, What will they think seeing me in such a condition?” thought Shubho. “Shubho!” came the voice again , this time louder and prominent, making Shubho Certain that someone was indeed shouting out his name.

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