Like every other day, Dev's train pulled up at the crossing. He peeked out of the railings, searching for the beautiful young lady living across the track. Other than his job, she had become his favorite part of the day. She was like a good luck charm that made his day blessed and complete. Everything that he set his heart and mind on happened like a piece of cake. Surely, there is something about her, he contemplated.
Soon, he spotted her, feeding her chickens (as usual). He shook his head, feeling very amused. Seriously, this girl seems to be obsessed with the bird.
Today, however, was not the same. Like a proud peacock with its glorious train feathers opened wide, her luscious, glossy wet hair was left open to its full magnificence. Freshly showered, she looked so divine.
Then, he saw it: a mangalsutra adorning her neck, and red, powdery sindoor on the parting of her hair. For some unknown reason, his heart sank.
She's married... Heart clenching, he slowly recoiled into himself. How come I never noticed this before?
The train slithered forward, leaving his heart splattered all over the tracks. He attempted to shake off the weird, sick feeling bubbling in his gut. So what if she's married, he scolded himself, what's your problem? You don't even know her! And get this, she doesn't know you either. So, stay put and clear out.
But deep down, he wished that he did know her.