It was a small railway station where few goods train and seldom passenger trains would arrive. A slow and secluded place surrounded all around by verdure. The platform was almost empty except few who were sitting, lazily roaming or waiting for a train. Whenever a train would stop, the life on the station was charged, but soon after the departure all used to be normal. Scanning-through, my eyes caught up a person sitting in isolation on an iron bench in pensive mood. Unable to resist my temptation, I approached him skeptically. Skeptic – because of the way he might behave. I sat beside him on the bench. He did not notice and remained lost in his thoughts. The young person was in his late twenties with round face, large speaking eyes and bushy moustaches. Dressed moderately in clean but not so expensive attires, he looked simple frail but agile. His dress was suggesting about his fashionableness.

“Hi! How’re you”, with an intention to start a conversation I said to him after a brief lull.

“Fine, thank you”, looking stolidly at me he replied briefly and crisply. He seemed a bit rude but courteous in his behavior. “May be we are meeting for the first time, and I’m a stranger to him”, I thought to myself, “he is responding like this”.

He seemed to be a person lost in his own world, whose realms of privacy should not be disturbed.

“What a nice place!” I said audibly, thinking that he would respond. He didn’t say anything. For some time there was a deep silence. Only the chirping of birds and humming of flies could be heard.

“Are you waiting for a train?” ultimately after a long pause he asked me. I looked at him. He seemed a bit relaxed. There was a ray of friendly smile at the end of his lips. He tried to hide his expressions, but his face divulged that he was now better than before.

“Not really”, I replied politely. “I’ve come here just for fun and in a day or two shall return back”.

“Where’re you staying?” he asked.

“In that small thatched house”, pointing towards a small house I said.

“Hmm…” he murmured; and then again a deep silence. I was lost in natural rustic beauty.