A Beautiful Mind

The train is all set to depart. The crowd is less than the usual days. She is seating in front of an open window. The train is in its motion, crossing the stations one by one singly.

She is busy with her phone, I do not know what she is doing.  Her unconsciousness similes a little dove on a grassy field. A dense lock of hair is caressing on her pretty face and annoying her. She lifts and tucks it behind her left ear. Oh!!! That just puzzles me. Unknowingly, she is transposing all her regards amid of her mobile and her bag once in a while, and her impressions left me as a fascinated onlooker.

 Abruptly something diverts her mind from her phone. This is the very first time she comes out from the digitized mesh entirely. She looks around, realizes that it is raining outside. The insane drops of the rain are coming through the window and touching her clothed backrest, uncovered shoulder and her mellifluous neck. She closes her eyes, the peach lips become together and enjoying the touches of the droplets, felling the petrichor, taking deep breath in and out. Her irritation of sweat is now going. She is getting wet partly. But this time by some natural aqua drops. The drops of pleasure and coolness; the drops of joy and contentment.  

And what about me??? My mind is getting killed. I am becoming lighter and lighter.

                                                                                                   -- { T / O }

Note:

1. Based on a true event.

2. The title of this scribble was given by the person herself ,described in the scribble.
3. Title image: The Scribbler.