Sandhya sat down in the business class seat. Internally her heart is beating loudly. The sudden change in seats has already led her anxiety peaking. This is the first time in her life, that she is travelling alone.

Sandhya knows this is her only chance, her last chance. If she doesn't grasp it well, her life will be ruined. It is her only salvation now. Focus Sandhya, don't show that you are scared, be normal. Sandhya thought.

To calm herself, she thought to do some reading. Sandhya rummaged to her bag, taking her chosen book out.

It is sanchayita, a collection of poems by the greatest poet of all time,  Rabindranath Tagore. Sandhya has a special place in her heart for poems. Especially of Tagore's.

When Aryan saw Sandhya's book, the wheels of his brain started running. The boy had a fair share of seeing beauties. Many actresses, singers, models, he had seen all. But such a divine beauty is sitting beside him, he will definitely talk to her.

"Fashion reading". Aryan said with confidence. Sandhya visibly got startled hearing a sudden voice. A much charming man sat beside her. Even if Sandhya wanted to response as a polite person, she stopped. People affording business class have good background. She didn't want to cause herself any trouble.

Aryan noticed the silence, repeating his question. "Do you fashion reading ?".
"Yes". Sandhya kept her answer short and clean. "You know he is my favourite". Aryan said. Sandhya raised her eyebrows in that, very few people of her generation enjoy poetries.

"Oh really, so you like this book". Sandhya said questionably. "Yes it is a good novel". Suddenly Sandhya started giggling. Seeing her giggle, Aryan also tried to laugh without reading the room. "Why are you giggling ?" Aryan said after the laughing fit. "Because this book is a collection of poems not a novel".

Now it was Aryan's turn to be silent. Well shit. He thought. Here goes my stupid mouth, she is going to think of me as an idiot. "Well then why don't you tell me a poem". Aryan said to her.

"A poem". Sandhya said in a bit of interest."Yes any poem from this book and remember it must be your favourite  one". Aryan cheekily prsented his conditions.  "The poems are in bengali language. I will tell you the translated version then". "As you wish, Noor". Aryan  said in a teasing way. "So now we are in nickname basis". Sandhya said to the handsome stranger. "Well I don't know the beauty's name and what does a name even mean ?". Hearing Aryan's logic, Sandhya smiled and started to recite the poem.

"I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever".