The Butterfly Diaries 08 - The Migration Mistake
The series of events that had started at a 5-star hotel was coming to an end at a railway station. Six of us stood in front of the train. It had a bit of déjà vu for me and my Malayali friend – once again a bachelor home being split right across the middle. Ready to board the train with me was our fourth roommate. Unlike me, he was excited about the move. Meanwhile another scene was being enacted right next to us. A girl from our batch had come to send off Mr. Zest. She had successfully warded off the attempt to separate her from him during the Pune transfers. But not this time. Her eyes brimming with tears, she flung her arms around him as he got ready to board the train. The three of us stood in a silent huddle. The sixth person on the platform stood apart and watched. I wondered how it would have been to have received such a farewell from that ‘ her ’. My Malayali friend seemed to have read what was going on in my head. “ Dude! ” he said. The other’s eyes sparkled mischievously. It ...