There was a girl in the train.
Have you ever been in Love. It's the most complex yet the simplest thing experienced in this world; yet understanding it is self-crucifixion. Not everybody has the luck to even feel it; forget getting it, but a small boy did. He came face to face with Love, even though he couldnt even differentiate between letters.
A normal evening in the month of may, sun is at its prime, but the climate is soothing under the moving roof. On the window sits a boy about 8 with a pair of gums in his hand, staring at the passing trees and the ninja who has kept following the window since the beginning of the journey.
"Want some", asks a woman besides, offering the kid a pack of biscuits.
"No", the boy replied looking at his mom.
More like her eyes made the little boy say it.
The boy continues his gaze and suddenly notices a girl sitting across, about his same age, looking at him and just smiling.
A chubby little girl with a very visible gap between her teeth, a red nose, crisp pair of lips almost like it's about to shed, and a pair of pink fluffy cheeks; in a red skirt there sits a healthy girl which reminds the boy of his toy he had which clapped when turned the key.
The boy ignores the girl as if she didnt exist, atleast that's what the girl saw.
"Why does she keep looking this way", says the boy to himself in an irritated tone, "What's the matter with her?!"
The boy gets up and goes to the highest sleeper and spreads his cards up there. He's a bit disappointed because he left his Charizard at home. While he arranges his cards, the girl climbs up on the opposite seat.
The boy quickly rearranges the cards and sits facing the opposite side.
"Hello", the girl said with her cute brittle voice.
The boy doesnt respond and continues playing with his cards, as if he heard nothing;
the girl calls him again but this time with a stretched 'Hello'.
"What should I do? Should I reply; no I am a boy I cant talk to girls", the boy says to himself with some made up pride sticking on his face.
The girl calls him again, but this time with a whispering tone.
The boy already frustrated due to his missing card, turns to the girl and asks 'What?' in a frustrated but whispering tone.
"What are you doing", asks the girl desperately to kill her boredom.
"What does that matter to you?", asks the boy in a snap as a reply.
The boy again moves towards the opposite side and the girl silently starts looking at the fan above. She lies on the seat with her feet touching the roof and sings a song she heard in her fathers playlist.
The boy playing with his cards doesnt realize one of his precious cards is no longer in its place, it flies to the edge of the seat and in a very visible place for the girl. Her eyes catch onto the card and she picks it, stretching her hands out as long as possible and finally grabs onto it.
"Mewtwo!!!", the girl screams in awe.
Shocked by the scream the boy looks at the girl in confusion; once he turns, before he figures something out, he sees a lady standing up on her toe, to reach atleast the edge of the seat, on which the girl's sitting.
"What happened?!?", asks the woman.
"Nothing Maa!", the girl quickly replies.
The boy realizes she is the same woman who offered him a biscuit.
"How can this calm beautiful lady be this annoying red nose' mom?", asks the boy to himself.
The lady sits; warning the girl to be careful while she sits up there.
The boy bothered at the least turns again,
'Heyyyyy' the girl gives him a call in excitement.
Boy doesnt bother to turn around.
"Where did you find this limited edition card?", she whispers when its clear she wants to scream while asking that question.
"Limited edition card; what is she talking about, is she even talking to me???", asks the boy to himself.
"Come on tell me; where did you find this, I literally bought a million of this pack of 5, pokemon card set", she says with a shine in her eyes expressing jealousy and excitement both at once.
'Pokemon', he says to himself and checks his cards and notices a card missing, only to later find out its the golden card which he got after buying a pack literally everyday.
He turns to the girl and sees the card.
"Give me the card back", says the boy trying to reach it.
"Ask for it politely", says the girl with a wicked smile, showing off her mouth cave.
"That's my card", says the boy in a squeeky voice.
"I found it", says the girl while she lies back to her sleeping position.
"So what, it's my card", says the boy with a voice even more squeeked than before.
"I will give it to you, if you let me play", says the red nose with a smirk.
"No. Go play with your own stuff", says the boy.
The girl looks at the boy with an angry face, which rather looked like a cotton candy came to life.
"I forgot my stuff in papa's car", says the girl still keeping on the expression.
"Not my fault, give me my mewtwo back", says the boy acting restless.
'NO', the girl makes it very clear that she ain't gonna give it back.
Two faces of the same coin, just separate bodies with the same spirit, one expresses it in one way, the other does it in another. But both of them are the exact same but theoretically opposite.
The train's going forward, so is this beautiful relationship, will this bloom into something.
Something big, something meaningful.
Opposite like the ends, but of the same pole.
The pole of an immature connect.