Sunshine and Hurricane

The other day, while I was traveling by train,

There was this girl by the window. 

The melancholy on her face, so full of pain.

I wondered what could have gone so wrong to bring so much of sorrow.

Beside me were two little kids of a young mother

Waving at cattle with a look of awe and wonder

They jumped and laughed and were having the time of their life

The poor mother had her hands full and a huge smile.

The girl by the window looked out at the plains

At the empty roads and railway tracks that passed by.

And occasionally she would raise her eyes.

But avert them as soon as she met my sight.

The kids meanwhile made a raucous 

They started this new game of circus

Though the game was less of fun and more of fight 

They still won hearts and spread delight.

The girl started fiddling with her phone

And her fingers stopped all at once. 

She was gazing. Having a long look

And was that a smile or were those the sunrays crisscrossing across her face?

But then her eyes welled up

I saw the perfect teardrop

Quickly I looked away

Lest that poor girl felt embarrassed.

A hurricane unfurled inside the girl

While the little chubbies were balls of pure love 

And I wondered just then

Is this what they call sunshine mixed with a little hurricane?