Love is Blind

I was on the way to howrah station, totally baffled by climatic conditions of kolkata. That too accompanied with traffic jams and all. So you can guess I was about to reach late. The train was on 13:25 and I reached their on 13:45. Whole way I was praying to god, "hey bhagwaan train late ho jaye, train late ho jaye, is garmi mein main phir se wapas nahi jana chahta". Though the chances were negligible as train started from their only but still god heard and that too, generously. Came to know it was late by 4.5 hrs. I didnt knew whether to be happy or sad, but still, thats life. Now I will tell you something about the station. No place to sit, no restaurant to go, boiled water under label, "cold, purified water", only people all around. Finally managed to get 1 seat, placed my mom their and I went howrah bridge to get some fresh air. A lot of restrictions there too, pedestrians cant go on road, they will think you a terrorist if you take snap of any place around(though I managed to get some). Finally train started at 18:00.

Now I will move to a tragic love triangle. An unmarried couple was there in our couch. A third person (of her college) was to next to us. I could clearly see the unsuccessful love in his eyes. Anyways, he came and sat behind us to brush up some old memories I think. Initially all three talked for about half an hour but then they began to neglect him. But his love kept his a*s there only. Finally he tried to seek their attention (or it was real, I dont know). He complained of vomiting, even then they didnt put any care, he stood up to get going keeping his hand on mouth. Here the two darlings didnt even bothered to inquire . He came again after some times, longed for response and finally went off keeping his cell on the ears.

Suddenly I woke up around 01:00 and found her shivering in cold as she had nothing to put up except her dupatta. I saw his bf sleeping relaxed with no tension. I was in between my thoughts of whether to offer her a blanket that suddenly his failed lover came with a blanket. He told, "mera soya hua ho gaya, ab hum nahi soyenge, so take this (though major part of night of left)". Finally the girl could sleep in comfort.

The moral of the story is, do the lack of expression means the lack of love? Why do girls dont go for those who love them? They always prefer to go with whom they love. No matter if he is good or bad. Seriously, the love is blind.