Part 56. Back To Delhi Part-2

 Since I didn't have a train ticket in advance due to a sudden departure from Goa, I had to take a local train that was supposed to go to Mumbai's central area, where I have to change trains to Delhi. 

My soul was left with my love in Goa, and I felt like a lifeless scarecrow, chained to the seat. 

At each memory of our happy moments, tears silently flowed from my eyes, and my heart repeated: "Come back to your love, hug her again, hold it to your chest and don't let go... Raise your torch of love and show it to the whole world, because people must believe in pure and true love, especially those who have almost lost hope, lost their way in darkness, are looking for their bright path among lies and deceit ..."

 But time rules everything, commands the fate of people, and we, only puppets in the hands of time, who are waiting for their turn to play their role. 

Lost in thought again, I did not notice anything around me, only the monotonous sound of wheels and a cool breeze penetrating through the open windows of the old carriage brought me back to reality from time to time. 

The train picked up its speed, and I shared information about every moment with my beloved girl, and every second I was connected with her so that she would not feel lonely anytime soon. 

She was looking for wi-fi everywhere to always be in touch with me, even on the beach, among vacationing tourists, where she, Dina and Tatyana came a couple of hours after my departure, she was immersed in the messenger, in our secret world, so intimate and desired, hidden from prying eyes. 

It seemed that this state of Goa with all its beauties, the ocean and the boundless sky was not dear to her now, she suffered just as hopelessly as I did, she could not find a place for herself and was afraid to return to the hotel, to the very room where we spent the most unforgettable moments.

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Part 55. Back To Delhi Part-1

 The time was approaching evening, and the four of us were sitting in the hotel lobby, talking animatedly with each other, or rather, my beloved girl spoke Russian with her compatriots, and she translated the conversation for me. During the conversation, 

I realized that Dina and Tatyana had flown to Goa from Krasnoyarsk to rest together. They turned out to be lovers of beach holidays and sometimes could wander the streets of the city in search of souvenirs and clothes. I voiced my idea about a trip to the corners of Goa, inaccessible to tourists, but the girls flatly refused to create a company for us, because they were not interested in this type of vacation.

 But nevertheless, our acquaintance with Russian tourists left a pleasant impression in my heart, despite the fact that I did not understand their conversation, although I felt myself inside the company. That evening, we did not sit with them for long, but this acquaintance benefited my beloved girlfriend, who, after my departure from the hotel, after sitting for a while in the restaurant, went straight to Dina and Tatyana's room. 

She wrote to me in a messenger that the girls at that time were in a hotel room and received her warmly and with sympathy when my beloved girl spoke about our separation, sobbing and suffering from everything that had happened. 

"Now we'll look after you, don't cry," Dina answered her and offered to go to the beach with them, spend the whole day there until late in the evening, then have dinner and go to their rooms. This message made me feel a little better at heart, but I still suffered and thought only about her, the one who changed my life forever, turning me into a real man, confident in myself and in my future, opened in me all the facets of the unknown .

 Now I knew exactly what I wanted from this life, and my determination became stronger and became unshakable and solid as a rock. I felt a tremendous strength in myself that would help me overcome all the difficulties of my life path and achieve what I wanted, and now I wanted only one thing: to meet her again, no matter what. 

The whistle of the train, which was slowly arriving at the platform, brought me back to reality, and a few minutes later, I was already driving back to Delhi, mentally saying goodbye to this amazing state of Goa.NEXT PART