That Golden Hair Girl । Sahil Hasan

On a beautiful Sunday morning, I was sitting at the Los Angeles Metro Station when my eyes fell on a girl with golden hair. For some reason, her face felt familiar. There was something about her face, an innocence that was hard to find in this place. It reminded me of India. I recalled an evening spent in Mussoorie when I was sitting on the mountains, enjoying the red rays of the setting sun, and saw a face just like hers.

Sitting on the mountains and watching the sun’s rays in the evening is a truly beautiful sight, or seeing the light filtering through the tall cedar trees makes everything seem vibrant and alive. I often lose myself in this beauty.

Sometimes it feels like my connection to these mountains is eternal. Even when I am alone there, it feels like there is a crowd. Whenever I think of the crowded streets of Chiraag Delhi, where there are so many people that it becomes difficult to walk, or the chaos of Old Delhi, even in that crowd, one feels lonely. But standing among these trees on the mountains, it feels like there is a deep connection. I lose track of time; I don’t even realize when morning turns to afternoon and how quickly evening arrives. Whenever I go to such places, I leave my phone at home, taking only my camera with me. Sorry, I digressed a bit; let’s return to that incident.

I started to think that maybe she was the same girl. But to find out if she had ever been to India or not, I needed to ask. I thought for a while and then moved closer to her. I spoke to catch her attention, “Hi! Can I sit here?”
She glanced at me briefly and said, “Yes! Please, have a seat.”
I took a look at her and sat down. I looked around for a while and then asked, “Have you ever been to India?”

She started to stare at me. I immediately realized that we were strangers to each other. I quickly said sorry and began to tell her about myself, “I’m from India, and I felt like I had seen you in India. That’s why I asked if you had been to India.”
Upon hearing this, she replied, “Oh! That. Yes, I have been to India.”
I quickly said, “I saw you near Bhata Falls in Mussoorie in the mountains. Have you been to Mussoorie?”
“Yes! I have seen Bhata Falls,” she said.

We both spent three hours together during which we visited the Walt Disney Concert Hall and the Getty. Then we had lunch together and said goodbye to each other. He also gave me his phone number. I thought I would call her someday, but I had to come to India, and for some reason, I didn’t want to go back to America, so I never called her. Today, on September 24th, when I came back to my flat from the office, I remembered this. Sometimes in this world, you meet people with whom you feel a connection even without any relationship. Perhaps this happens because you are good both at heart and in mind. You think well of everyone and are completely honest with your loved ones.

While living in this world, we meet countless people, sometimes during travels and sometimes at various places, and very few of them remain in our memory. Everyone is good and true in their own story or tries to remain true; it is others’ perspectives that label someone as wrong or right.

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