an encounter with a spirit..(unedited)

Few days back after meeting my friend, I took the LRT from KLCC around midnight to get back to my university.

I entered the train and luckily got a seat, sat there and bent my head down facing the floor of the train to allow my hair to come onto my forehead so that I can arrange them. The minute I rose back and sat normally I saw a beautiful green eyed female sitting just in front of me and smiling on me rather on the way I did the whole stuff.

I felt a bit uncomfortable but still I smiled back.

I was very tired to continue staring at her, though she was very attractive, as you all know Bosnians are very good looking.

Without bothering about her I just closed my eyes to grab some sleep on the LRT itself.

A moment later i heard a voice

“Excuse me”

I said “yes”

“If you don’t mind can I sit here”

I said “yes-yes of course you can”

I shifted a bit to allow her to sit.

She was the same girl who laughed at me few seconds back.

I didn’t wanted her to laugh at me again so instead of making any effort to talk to her

I just closed my eyes again and tried to avoid any conversation with her.

A moment later she said “good silky hair you have got.”

I said “thanks for the complement though it never stays at its place, always untidy.

She said “but it looks good and especially the way you try to arrange it every time in your own strange way.”

Both of us laughed.

We didn’t converse for around two minutes.

I was still wondering what made her to laugh at me In the first place and then she changed her seat and came to sit just beside me.

Suddenly she asked me “why are you so sad”

I said “what”

She said “yes the moment you entered the train you just grabbed the seat and closed your eyes, as if you are not at all cared about who all are around you.”

I said “I’m not sad its just I’m tired or it might be coz of my untidy hair.”

She said “are you sure?”

I said “yes 100%”

She continued and said “it looks you don’t like talking much with strangers.”

I said no “it’s nothing like that, It’s just I don’t speak much, I’m not scared of strangers at all”

She smiled and asked me “don’t you think you keep quiet because you miss your girlfriend.”

I said “I don’t have any girlfriend.”

She said “what?”

I said “Yes, I don’t have any girlfriend”

She said “than for whom do you write”

I got amazed and desperately asked her

“Write what?”

She said “I’m a blogger too and I came across yours recently”

Hearing this more than hundred questions came to my mind but out of all of them

I asked her “how did she find my write ups?”

She said “its good, full of emotions.”

I said “yes, I have become an emotional fool.”

She interrupted me and said “No dude; whatever you have written there looks to me very true and honest.

I said “thanks for acknowledging it.”

She teasingly said “so you don’t miss your girlfriend?”

I said “she’s not my girlfriend yet”

“She has not said yes to me yet, she says she needs sometime.”

“So that is what makes you stay quiet all the time”

I said “No, not at all”

She asked me “Are you sure?”

I said “Yes, it’s just I miss her more than I should”

She smiled and raised her right hand to put it over my right wrist and she said “don’t be sad boy rather thank God; he has been very kind to you.”

I said “what?”

“Yes, He gave you what you wished”

I said “I don’t think so.”

She held my hand tighter and said

“God has been very kind to you and try to thank him always”

“You always wanted not to waste anytime as far as your career is concerned, you are so young and you are in masters so soon.”

“You always wished to do your MBA from abroad and God gave you the opportunity to come here and study without dropping a year.”

I stayed mum and kept wondering about many things.

I didn’t dared to think of a reply.

She continued and said “life is very short my friend, try to enjoy every moment of it.”

“Enjoy your MBA and enjoy the stay here.”

“God has been very kind to you all through, thank him every time and keep the hope alive.”

“He has given you so much already; he will give you more in the future too.”

“Have faith on him and keep thanking him.”

“Everything will be fine in the future too”

“You are worried about your grades, and you are not confident about your love.”

“Have some patience dude, everything will be fine as it has been always.”

I didn’t spoke anything for the last couple of minutes, i can feel her extra soft hand over mine which was very warm and I kept staring at her coz I was totally amazed about whatever she said and whatever she was about to say.

Before I can come back to my senses she got up from her seat, actually both of us got up from our seats, she said “got to go boy, you are a very nice guy but you don’t want to express much of your emotions to the world coz you hate the idea of being called weak-a very long way to go”

Both of us shook hands and I desperately asked her if I can have her no.

She smiled as if that’s the most idiotic question I have ever asked, suddenly she came close to me for a hug and she whispered into my ears “happy ’09! Lucky for you”, she kissed on my cheek and rushed out of the train.

I stood unmoved on the train and kept looking at her trying to catch the last glimpse of her which I would not get to witness for the rest of life.

Its days now since I had that encounter.

I call it a spirit coz I don’t know how did she knew so many things about me.

How come out of so many bloggers on BlogSpot, she came across my blog and how come she recognised me on the LRT, though I have my pictures on the blog but still how is it possible.

I do agree that there is a beautiful word called co-incidence but I find it very difficult to call this meeting a coincidence, it’s so strange.

I have not discussed about this incident with anybody and I’m not sure if I should.

I’m still unsure about who she was.

Was she on the LRT just to tell me all this?

Out of all the analysis I have done about the incident I call her a spirit, most of you would not agree, even it’s difficult for me to digest.

But whatever you call her or whatever she was, she was very true about whatever she said about me, I now realise why she referred to number ’09.

I can still feel the warmth of the hug she gave, the warmth of her lips on my cheek, all this made me feel as if we are not going to meet ever again.