Hearing the unsaid

There’s always something unsaid. That part of you dies with you. Lest that happens, we try to blurt it out and make those words survive a few more days. Perhaps verbal posterity matters in this ever-decreasing space. Don’t believe me? Ask that guy who fell for this girl he saw on a railway platform. It was a bright day with mild wind teasing the otherwise humid climate. And like thousands others in the city, he was waiting for the local train. But before the serpentine stretch of boxes could arrive, somebody else did. This angel lookalike with her hair bouncing on her shoulders was walking towards him but not to greet him. The ladies section was a couple of steps behind the spot our hero was standing and this girl was sashaying at her own sweet pace to reach there. He just knew what to do. More importantly, he knew what to say. All he had to do was wait for the point when she’s exactly linear to him. As soon as that happened, he leaned forward and whispered in her ears “You’re beautiful!” while she brushed past him. Unfortunately, she didn’t even look back or laugh or smile or wink or frown. Sometimes you don’t hear the voice of emotions and sometimes you simply overlook. However, that afternoon, something else happened. Despite our hero’s brave efforts, words remained unheard. Loud music on earphones often does that to humans.