...and her hair on my face. Her smell - she smelled of lavender and vanilla. I could hear fading music in the background, only to be interrupted by complaining passengers who were not able to move past us. I inadvertently placed my hand on her waist and pulled her closer to me. This created some space for the impatient passengers and they all hurried in. Meanwhile, our eyes were locked. I could not fathom what she was trying to convey with them - she had such gentle, kind, beautiful eyes. Once the pathway was clear she pulled away and I apologized. She smiled, turned around and walked away, and I stood there still in awe of her. After a minute when the world penetrated its way into my love struck silence, I realised that my lunch had spilled on the floor of the train, but I did not mind. I got back to my seat and sat there trying not to look at her. I looked outside, at my neighbours, at the noisy kids, at the talkative aunties, and then finally found my way to her. She was eating, and was struggling to balance rice on a plastic spoon which has the structural integrity of a wet newspaper (exaggeration much :D). And yet again I was caught. I was not sure if it was her heightened senses or my inability to maintain stealth mode. Anyway, to bury my embarrassment I was looking for options to hide my face - either behind a laptop or under a blanket. But it could not come to that. She got out of her seat and started walking towards me...