I took a seat by myself, and a girl didn't come up until the train reached Rohana. The couple who saw the girl off may have been her parents, who seemed uneasy about the girl's trip. The lady gave her detailed instructions, where to put things, not stick your head out the window, avoid talking to strangers, etc.

I'm blind, so I don't know what the girl looks like, but from the clack clack on her heels, I know she's wearing slippers. How sweet and sweet she spoke!

"Are you going to Dehradun?" I asked her when the train left the station.

I must have been sitting in a dark corner, because my voice startled her, she gave a low exclamation, and finally said, "I didn't know anyone was here."

Yeah, it's a common thing, people with clear eyes often can't even see what's under their nose, maybe they're looking at too much, and those who can't see can actually notice it with their other senses things around.

"I didn't see you at first," I said, "but I heard you come in." I don't know if I can keep her from realizing I'm blind, but I think as long as I sit here still, she's probably It is not easy to discover the true face of Mount Lushan.

"I'll get off at Saharampur," said the girl. "My aunt is there to pick me up. Where are you going?"

"First to Dehradun, then to Mussoorie," I said.

"Ah, how lucky you are! If only I could go to Mussoorie! I love the mountains there, especially in October."

"That's right, it's the golden season," I said, and I recalled what I saw when I was not blind. "The dahlias all over the mountains and fields look more colorful in the bright sun. At night, sitting by the campfire, Drink a little brandy, and at this time, most of the tourists have left, and the road is quiet, like in a deserted place."

She was silent, was it my words that moved her? Or did she see me as a suave slicker? Then, I made a mistake, "What's the weather like outside?" I asked.

She didn't seem surprised by the question. Did she realize that I was blind? However, her next sentence immediately cleared my doubts. "Why don't you look out the window yourself?" She sounded calm.

I moved effortlessly along the seat to the window. The window was open, and I turned my face out of the window and pretended to enjoy the view outside. In my mind I could picture the telegraph poles by the roadside flashing backwards. "Did you notice?" I ventured. "It seems like our car isn't moving, but the trees outside are moving."

"It's a common occurrence."

I turned my face away from the window towards the girl, and for a moment we were both silent. "Your face is so funny." I'm getting bolder, however, this comment can't be wrong, because there are very few girls who don't like flattery.

She laughed comfortably, like a string of silver bells. "I'm so glad to hear you say that," she said. "I'm tired of everyone saying I have a pretty face!"

Ah, so she does look pretty! So I said solemnly and loudly: "Yeah, funny faces can also be beautiful."

"You really can talk," she said. "But why are you so serious?"

"You're going to get out of the car soon," I said suddenly.

"Thank God, it's not too far away, and I can't stand it if I'm asked to sit here for another two or three hours."

However, I am happy to sit here as long as I can hear her speak. Her voice was like running water in a mountain stream. She may forget our brief encounter as soon as she gets out of the car, but for me, I will keep thinking about it for the rest of the trip, and even for a while.

The whistle sounded long, and the rhythm of the wheels slowed down. The girl stood up and gathered her things. I really want to know, does she have her hair in a bun, or her long hair draped over her shoulders, or her short hair?

The train pulled into the station slowly. Outside the car, the shouts of porters and hawkers rang out. A woman's high-pitched voice came from near the door, which must have been the girl's aunt.

"Goodbye!" said the girl.

She stood very close to me, and the scent of perfume emanating from her tickled my heart. I wanted to reach out and touch her hair, but she had drifted away, leaving only a faint scent lingering where she had stood.

Someone bumped into each other at the door, only to hear a man who entered the door stammered "I'm sorry". Then the door slammed shut, separating me from the outside world. I got back to my seat, the conductor blew a whistle, and the car started.

The train slowly picked up speed, and the rolling wheels sang a song. The carriage was shaking slightly, making a creaking sound. I touched the window and sat down with my face out. It was clear daylight outside, but it was pitch black in front of my eyes! Now that I have a new travel companion, I may be able to do some tricks again.

"Sorry, I'm not as attractive as the guy who got out of the car just now," he accosted.

"That girl is very interesting," I said. "Can you tell me whether she has long or short hair?"

"I didn't pay attention to that," he sounded bewildered, "but I did pay attention to her eyes, they were beautiful, but they were of no use to her—she was totally blind, you noticed. ?"