Sometimes, when you’re looking for one story, life surprises you with another. That’s exactly what happened to me one evening at a Delhi Metro station. I was on my way to approach someone else, already set in my mind whom I wanted to talk to. But then, just like a sudden splash of color on a gray canvas, I saw her. And in that very moment, I couldn’t resist walking toward her instead.
There was something magnetic about her presence. It wasn’t just her smile—it was the way she carried herself, the way she seemed to radiate joy without even trying. Her personality had the kind of charm that made you forget the noise of the station, the rush of trains, and the crowd moving around. She was simply… unmissable.
As we began talking, I learned that she was from Korea, here in India to learn about trading. She wasn’t just studying it—she was actively doing it. I remember being struck by how casually she spoke about something so complex, like it was simply another beautiful part of her life’s adventure. That, in itself, said so much about her. She wasn’t just learning, she was living.
At that moment, she was waiting for her friends to join her for a trip to Akshardham. But as often happens in Delhi, plans shifted, time got away, and the visit was cancelled. Yet, what fascinated me most was how little that change seemed to affect her mood. Where most of us would have shown at least a flicker of disappointment, she just stayed her radiant self—cheerful, calm, and fully present in the moment. To her, life wasn’t about what didn’t happen, but about enjoying what was happening right now.
She had a Coke bottle in her hand, and as we asked if we could click a photo of her, she instantly lit up with the brightest, most cheerful pose. There was no hesitation, no awkwardness—just pure joy in being photographed, in being seen, and in sharing a moment with strangers. That’s when I realized why I felt drawn to her from the very beginning. She had this rare ability to make anyone feel lighter, happier, simply by being herself.
And then, of course, there was her fashion sense. It wasn’t loud, but it was unforgettable. The first thing that caught my eye was her pair of eyeglasses, with tiny crystals studded along the rims—sparkling each time they caught the light. Around her neck hung a delicate crystal pendant that reflected the same brightness she carried inside. She was dressed in a style that was uniquely her own—an effortless blend of elegance, individuality, and comfort. It was one of those rare moments where fashion didn’t just decorate a person; it told their story.
As we spoke more, I realized she wasn’t just cheerful in appearance; she was genuinely happy with life, with herself, with everything she had. There was no pretension, no hidden weight behind her smile. Just an authentic, radiant kind of happiness that you rarely get to witness.
Meeting her reminded me that sometimes, the most unforgettable encounters aren’t the ones you plan for. They’re the ones that catch you by surprise, the ones that pull you away from your intended path and gift you a memory you’ll never let go of.
She may have been just another passenger at the metro that day, waiting for friends who never arrived, holding a Coke in her hand. But to me, she was much more than that. She was the most irresistibly happy person I’ve ever met in a metro station—someone whose bright spirit I will always carry with me