Wish I had dinner again.
Now don’t ask me what I had for dinner.While having it, I was then concentrating on Mr.Right facing me and giving me an elaborate introduction of Mr. Wrong.They two were in company for the past ten hours, and I being the third one to board the train and make the crowd.
Well, Mr Wrong, as I kept listening, was a regular shirker, a boy with an exam phobia;he confessed, had abstained from his graduation exams on the pretext of illness.Thus we conclude he had no right to be travelling so aimlessly [fortunately I had an aim] at the cost of his father, who I learnt was a retired soldier with limited means. The boy was going to a friend’s house and spend some days.
I thus took sides with Mr. Right, and the story- What the old man does is always Right came back to me. The boy was fairly tall,a bit too cheerful and inclined towards the obese.He was carrying a mammoth sized suitcase, another cause of annoyance for Mr. Right, however, that well suited his hefty built.
Dinner was inclusive in the ticket expenses, and the two already had theirs before I boarded the train.On seeing me so engrossed in the compelling Mr.Right, the attendants conveniently forgot to serve me dessert, my cup of ice cream.
A flask of hot water , tea bags and accessories woke us up next morning.Mr.Right popped in all those into his case taking only hot water. I followed suit but had plain black tea.
Then as eyes met, began afresh the whole episode.The boy,had a disarming humility about him and seemed to plead to me to leave him alone. This made me recall: there is a time and place for everything but how could that work in this case?When else could we counsel him? Didn’t we have a social responsibility? Moreover, Mr. Right appeared to be a neat and orderly person, overtly astounded at every anomaly he encountered.He had thin lips stretched into a permanent smile[cynical], saving him from having to make an effort, the lips being an anomaly on him I assume.
Mr. Right was constantly asking the boy for his mobile so that he could ask to his father why he was so indulgent towards his son. Meanwhile, the boy, to divert him yanked a squeaky yellow toy which he had bought as a gift for his friend’s child and asked him, not out of impertinence, Sir, how’s it?Taken aback, Mr. Right I think only stopped short of thrashing him.
Very interesting Wonder, were you influenced by me? As recently I notice you are becoming naughtier, hehe….but fun…
I hope I can go for a train ride with you and watch the Mr Right and Mr Wrong together…
Keep writing, Wonder…enjoyed very much.
very finely described and very less journeys r found to be such interesting.. nice share 
PRETTY INTERESTING…YOU R A FINE STORY TELLER..NICE READ
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