Small Story 334.

Small Story 334: A Journey of Conversations – Vande Bharat Reunion The Vande Bharat Express had just started its journey from Chennai to Madurai. After settling into his seat and placing his bag securely in the overhead rack, Anand felt at ease. As the train picked up speed, the passenger next to him turned and asked politely, “Sir, do you have any books to read with you?” Anand looked at the man. He appeared to be around his age and carried himself with a certain decency. “Normally, I bring a book along, but this time I forgot. Just as I reached the station, my wife called and said it was still on the table at home.” “Ah, these things happen,” the neighbor replied with a knowing smile. The train reached Villupuram, and the neighbor suggested, “Shall we have some tea?” “I usually don’t take tea a second time before 3 PM,” Anand responded. “Alright,” said the neighbor and got off to grab a cup for himself. He returned shortly after, refreshed. A while later, the neighbor asked, “Seen any good movies recently?” “I rarely watch movies,” Anand replied. “When I visit the US, I sometimes catch a few daytime shows on the home theater with my children.” The neighbor then offered him a sweet. “Thank you, but I usually avoid sweets,” Anand said politely. As the train reached Trichy, the compartments began to fill with new passengers. The quiet hum of conversation picked up. Approaching Sholavandan, the neighbor pointed out the window and said, “This is a fertile region. Have you been here before?” “Not really,” said Anand. “I’ve hardly been outside Madurai except to big cities like Dindigul and Palani.” As the train neared Madurai, the neighbor turned to Anand once more and said, “Now tell me, my friend... Normally, Anand?” Anand’s eyes widened in surprise. “Hey... my old frequent question! Govind, is it really you?” After a stunned moment, they both burst into laughter. “After four decades, we’re meeting again,” Anand said, amazed. “You still remember my usual expressions.” “How could I forget?” Govind replied warmly. “Anand is always Anand.” They exchanged phone numbers as they got off at Madurai station, promising to meet the next day. As Anand stepped off the train, he whispered to himself with a smile, “An amazing Madurai journey.” K.Ragavan 11-8-25