An overwhelming crowd pushed me inside the train as usual.
Soon I became aware of a young boy who started appreciating my ‘killer’ eyes.
I was painfully aware of amused crowd, but I wasn’t inclined to confronting him.
But that plummeted his misconduct.
He seemed to invoke spirits of Urdu poets while describing my ‘haseen mast aankhen’.
“Enough is enough,” I thought glowering at him.
I looked hard, he appeared vaguely familiar.
“Are you Nikhil ? Roll no 16?” I enquired..
“Mmmmmadam.? but your glasses?”
His gaping mouth remained open for one full minute.
He disappeared imperceptibly in the crowd.