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UKArchive ID: 6616A GLASS OF ALE by chrisk
Originally published on May 21, 2004 in Non-Fiction

A long time ago.




chrisk


A GLASS OF ALE

BY C R KRISHNAN









What happened to that girl I met in the tube? Oh, I know it was such a long time ago. Tonight I am thinking about her. I woke up from a short nap and I suddenly see her eyes. It is like looking at a glass of ale held to light. Beautiful, darkly translucent.

The tube is jam-packed, because of rush hour. She is standing beside me and I can smell her perfume. Her brown hair looks like it’s been brushed a thousand strokes, shiny and lustrous. I wish I could reach out and stroke it, wish I could kiss her eyes and say, ‘hey stranger, I love you’. Nothing more, honest. I have been travelling the same route many times, from Queensway to Moorgate, but never seen her before.

Then something unbelievable happens.

‘Please Sir, can you help me’?

I am lost for words, so I nod my head. I can’t believe this is happening. So, I say ‘yes, sure, what can I do?’

‘I am going to faint in a minute, hold me, so I won’t fall’. Before I could answer she is closing her eyes and if I hadn’t caught her she would have sagged and fallen to the floor, slowly like tomato sauce from a ketchup bottle. We are in a crowded compartment standing toe to toe, pressing each other and holding on to the strap swinging down from the roof of the speeding train.

She remains in that position and I hold her tight with my right hand while holding on to the strap with my left, and I don’t’ remember, how long.

The train stops. It is Moorgate. People start rushing out and more people are rushing in. I am still holding her. I have missed my station. The train starts moving. She opens her eyes as though she has just woken up from her sleep. She smiles at me.

‘Thank you Sir, It’s a medical condition I have. Sorry to have troubled you’.

And with that she goes to the door as the train is coming to a halt. She looks at me, smiles and she is gone. I follow her, have to any way as I have to double back to Moorgate station. I look around the platform and try following the throng of passengers rushing out. I can’t find her anywhere. She has disappeared.

There is tomorrow, and many other days ahead, so why worry, I am bound to see her again and then I will ask her name and go and have coffee with her, get her telephone number and get her to see a specialist for her condition.

I will tell her how much I love her and I will gaze into her eyes that look like ale held to light, darkly translucent, and stroke her beautiful brown hair that has been brushed a thousand strokes.



I never saw her again.






© chrisk (chrisk on OLD UKA)
UKArchive ID: 6616
Archived comments for A GLASS OF ALE
Sunken on 2004-05-21 08:30:26
Re: A GLASS OF ALE
Something similar happened to me Chrisk. I'm on a restraining order at the moment that forbids me from going anywhere near her. Give up this dream my good man. Stalking is not the answer (-;
Interesting piece. I like the way you liken her eyes to ale. Not exactly the most romantic analogy, but I know exactly what you mean. I just wish pretty girls would faint more often. Good stuff.

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dancing-queen on 2004-05-21 08:56:33
Re: A GLASS OF ALE
Gosh, interesting life you've had Chris! Bet you thought it was your lucky day, eh? LOL

I liked this one, Chris, even though there were some real mushy parts - but I'm a romantic so I don't mind all that stuff.

I did spot something in your second para - 'The tube is jam-packed, because of rush hour. She is standing beside me and I could smell her perfume.' Somehow you've got your tenses mixed up in there. I think it should read 'She is standing beside me and I can smell her perfume.' (You're relating it in present tense, like you're actually there, so need to follow that through -is/can, was/could).

By the way, a teacher at my daughter's school has that sleep apnoea problem. She teaches IT and ends up hitting her head on the keyboard throughout the lesson, where she drops off in a split second! Must be awful thing to have.

DQx

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uppercase on 2004-05-21 10:31:43
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Mushy and I do love the romance. Very good...Erma

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Claire on 2004-05-21 12:27:37
Re: A GLASS OF ALE
Those brief loves we have can keep us going for years. I find it amazing how we remember the detail about something like this but when it comes to remembering something special with your partner - the mind goes blank.

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chrisk on 2004-05-21 12:30:43
Re: A GLASS OF ALE
Hi Leah
Thnak u. I am correcting it straightway, the tense thing? Mushy? Has this got anything to do with peas? lol
Love
Chris

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chrisk on 2004-05-21 12:32:12
Re: A GLASS OF ALE
Hi Uppercase
Thank u for ur kind comments. One of u better tell me what 'mushy' means lol
Regards
Chris

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chrisk on 2004-05-21 13:03:03
Re: A GLASS OF ALE
Hi Sunken
Thank u. I have no chance of stalking her, I don't know where she is and even if I come across her in a street somehere, I don't think I will recognise her. I was just explaining that to my wife, the other day, when she was reading the draft of this.LOL
Regards
Chrisk

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chrisk on 2004-05-21 13:06:33
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Leah
Pls ignore the '?' after 'the tense thing'. It should be a full stop.

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TheGeeza on 2004-05-21 16:13:49
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I tried fainting into the arms of a pretty woman at Moorgate station, but it didn't work, so I picked an ugly one, but she dropped me and everyone watched me laying on the floor, rubbing my head. I walk to London Bridge now.
Seriously, can be interesting to consider what might have happened to your whole life if you'd managed to catch her or spot her again. You never know what might've been.


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chrisk on 2004-05-21 16:41:58
Re: A GLASS OF ALE
Hi mate
Well that we will never know, what might have been.I think u better get back on the train as fainting n walking don't go together.
Regards
Chris

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ish on 2004-05-23 14:13:14
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Chris
This is sad. However you had that moment, which I never had, nothing like this ever happens to me. Its a kind of sweet sadness.Well, what could have been is something else, eh, Chris?
Ish

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thehaven on 2004-05-24 13:08:41
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Great piece Chris.Was that her I saw in Churchill square?

Mike

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chrisk on 2004-05-24 13:21:26
Re: A GLASS OF ALE
Hi Buddy
I doubt it. Was she a middle aged woman with eyes like yale............lol, then its probably her. I am not sure abt her hair though.
regards
Chris

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chrisk on 2004-06-17 17:22:47
Re: A GLASS OF ALE
Claire
I am not saying anything as my wife would read this.LOL
Thank u for voting for me.
Love
Chris

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