Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "2016-jan"
Iva Gyongy Uncut. Vol I
I leaned back in my seat and took out my iPod from my bag. I smiled at it wanly, no matter what I go through these days, this little thing never failed to cheer me up. I clipped it on my tee shirt sleeve, inside my trench coat and started to play the tracks. As Away from me began, I glanced out the window and saw that the rain still seemed to be following me.
The train rocketed across the rail away from the rain. I lifted my leg and placed my foot on the safety rail in front of me. I absentmindedly stared at the faded Nike symbol on my shoe.
I was watching the rain outside, while trying not to look at anyone in the eye here- when I noticed a guy sitting few seats away, staring at me, but not like the way guys normally do.
He saw me looking at him. He smiled at me. I was startled even when I was expecting him to do exactly that. Though, I didn’t want to but I smiled back. He leaned a little closer to me, then he spoke. “What you rather would be; a human being that brings on death, or an angel of death that gives life?”
This is exactly why I do not talk to people on the train; they tend to ask these types of questions. He didn’t wait for me to answer him, instead he smiled, “But are you even human, that’s the real question huh, Iva?”
I blinked, how did he know my name? When I looked again, he wasn’t there. Wait, have I seen him before? I had this vague feeling that I knew him somehow, from somewhere else.
Was he even there in the first place? Maybe I didn’t hear him right. After all, I was listening to my iPod. I shook my head to clear the thoughts of impending delusions from my mind. Doomed or not. But that's how I got stuck in a story that's my own.
The train rocketed across the rail away from the rain. I lifted my leg and placed my foot on the safety rail in front of me. I absentmindedly stared at the faded Nike symbol on my shoe.
I was watching the rain outside, while trying not to look at anyone in the eye here- when I noticed a guy sitting few seats away, staring at me, but not like the way guys normally do.
He saw me looking at him. He smiled at me. I was startled even when I was expecting him to do exactly that. Though, I didn’t want to but I smiled back. He leaned a little closer to me, then he spoke. “What you rather would be; a human being that brings on death, or an angel of death that gives life?”
This is exactly why I do not talk to people on the train; they tend to ask these types of questions. He didn’t wait for me to answer him, instead he smiled, “But are you even human, that’s the real question huh, Iva?”
I blinked, how did he know my name? When I looked again, he wasn’t there. Wait, have I seen him before? I had this vague feeling that I knew him somehow, from somewhere else.
Was he even there in the first place? Maybe I didn’t hear him right. After all, I was listening to my iPod. I shook my head to clear the thoughts of impending delusions from my mind. Doomed or not. But that's how I got stuck in a story that's my own.
