Back some day

I woke up a tad excited, looking ahead to spending a day with someone I am very fond of. The day was already unusually special as I have never been away from Bangalore for 'Ganesha habba' since birth.
The rendezvous was planned at Kannur railway station, a couple of months after our last meeting. Kannur is a fast improving city in North Kerala, known for the very distinct style of Malayalam spoken there and the innocent people. This was my first time at Kannur alone, maybe a sign that I am now an adult, finding her own foothold in today's fast paced life. Earlier, I had brushed aside my mother's suggestion that she would accompany me on my outing.
I tried in vain to hide my joy at the sight of my friend, who had waited a while for me the railway station. We had made no plans and the rain seemed to add to our confused state, what to do with all the time we have? Having lived in a metropolitan city all my life, the rather conservative nature of my hometown is something I cannot get used to. It is difficult for two people of the opposite sex to walk together without grabbing attention, let alone talk peacefully. This seemed to bother my friend a lot, to the point of irritation. I could not help but complain, "If we were in Bangalore!"
  The guest house park, a few kilometres away from the railway station, seemed to be the perfect choice for us. The lonely area did not diminish our happiness. A walk along the path with the beautiful view overlooking the sea reminds us how insignificant we are in the eternity that is life. The sands of time can alter everything and this thought filled me with positivity. When I ventured to get adventurous, a scary looking fisherman warned us that this park was off limits in the morning. A little worried, we exited the park, cursing a man who had seen us entering and did not think we had to be warned. With time on our side, we walked back to the railway station. A battle tank called 'Vijayanta' (victorious) displayed on the roadside in the cantonment area lifted our spirits.
Even though we refreshed our memories about college and laughed at ourselves, the fact that my friend was aloof to all my animated talk seemed to bother me a bit as we sat on the platform, warding off unnecessary attention from other passengers. I react very soon to any situation and my disappointment was clearly visible on my face. We think it is our birth right to be furious at a confidant when they do not live up to expectations! Lunch time took us to a nearby fast food restaurant. My disappointment lasted throughout lunch and I did not give into any pressure to discuss it with my friend. To give the situation a dramatic touch, I got into a bus without even saying bye. This is something I will be ashamed of for a long time. I quickly realised my mistake, went back to the railway station and apologised, which partly made up for my abrupt behaviour. Thank God my companion is the sweetest person I have met and did not show any animosity. For nearly a couple of hours after that, philosophy and gossip were the main points of our conversation and my unruly reaction was forgotten. We reflected that a railway station is an interesting place, witness to many twists and turns in the lives of people. We bid farewell on a good note, glad that we had met! Another one such planned meeting, and then I will hope for serendipity...