The Girl on the Train
I was on the train to Rohana, and then a girl got on. The couple seeing her off were probably her parents, they seemed very anxious about her safety, and the woman gave the girl detailed instructions as to where to keep her things, when not to lean out of windows, and how to avoid speaking to strangers.
As I had become blind by then, I could not tell what the girl looked like. “Are you going all the way to Dehra Dun?” I asked her as the train pulled out of the station.
I must have been sitting in a dark corner, because my voice startled her. She gave a little exclamation1, and said, “I didn't know anyone else was here.”
Well, it often happens that people with good eyesight fail to see what is right in front of them. They have too much to observe, I suppose.
“I didn't see you either at first,” I said. “But I heard you come in.” I wondered if I would be able to prevent her from discovering that I couldn't see. I thought it shouldn't be too difficult.
“I'm getting down at Saharanpur,” the girl said. “My aunt is meeting me there. Where are you going?”
“To Dehra Dun, and then to Mussoorie,” I replied.
“Oh, lucky you! I wish I were going to Mussoorie. I love the mountains. Especially in October.”
“Yes, this is the best time.” I said, calling on my memories when I could see. “The hills are covered with wild dahlias2, the sun is delicious, and at night you can sit in front of a log fire and drink a little brandy.”
She was silent. Then I made a mistake. “What is it like outside?” I asked.
She seemed to find nothing strange in the question. Had she noticed already that I could not see? But her next question removed my doubts. “Why don't you look out of the window?” she asked quite naturally.
I moved easily along the berth and felt for the window ledge. The window was open and I faced it, making a pretense of studying the landscape. “Have you noticed,” I ventured, “that the trees seem to be moving while we seem to be standing still?”
“That always happens,” she said.
I turned to face the girl, and for a while we sat in silence. “You have an interesting face,” I commented. I was becoming quite daring, but it was a safe remark, few girls can resist flattery3.
“You are very gallant4,” she said.
“We'll soon be at your station,” I said rather abruptly. As soon as she left the train, she would forget our brief encounter, but it would stay with me for the rest of the journey, and for some time after.
The engine's whistle shrieked5, the carriage wheels changed their sound and rhythm. The girl got up to collect her things. The train drew slowly into the station. Outside, a highpitched female voice that must have belonged to the girl's aunt. “Goodbye,” said the girl.
She was standing very close to me, so close that the perfume from her hair was tantalizing6. She moved away, and only the perfume still lingered where she had stood.
A man got into the compartment. Then the door banged shut, and the world was closed out again. I returned to my seat, staring into daylight that was darkness for me.
“She was an interesting girl,” I said. “Can you tell me— did she keep her hair long or short?” “I don't remember,” he replied, sounding puzzled. “It was her eyes I noticed, not her hair. She had such beautiful eyes, but they were of no use to her—she was completely blind. Didn't you notice?”
恩,很是感人.有的事物是用肉眼是看不见的. 只能靠我们的心. 为我的健康we 感到无比的幸福，人的一生有健康的身体是种幸福，然而失去这种幸福的人同样会找到人生另一种美妙，这个意外的邂逅，或许就是作者人生当中一段小小的无法言语的回忆让我们用心去感受这个世界,爱处处存在
it is a moving story.ilike it.though i am not blind,i suppose i know her feeling.and love is everywhere.the girl is blind ,but her hart is not so.blind people does not have a blind heart.