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It was yet another day of waiting. He stood in the bus stop and searched as many buses he could, he went to the railway station searched every compartment as many times he could; she was not there. He boarded his train, found a seat near the window and sat with his head on the window, eyes on the shining moon, and thoughts on her. He closed his eyes as the train moved forward his thoughts moved backwards.
28 days back:
After a long wait he boarded his bus which was cramped with men and women. Between the crushing and pushing, driver had a good taste of songs to play. The music was soothing and romantic. It was raining mildly outside and the cool breeze joined hands with the music to make the cramped environment romantic. On the way a wave of breeze entered the bus and blew her bunch of untied hair over his face. It was silky and smooth. The rain drops wetted her hair and rejuvenated the fragrance of her hair wash; it smelled like she doesn’t use shampoos. The aroma of naturally blend hair wash along with the smell of jasmine swept his face, swept him away.
She turned to him to catch her flying hair, to catch his breathe, and saw his face between her hair. He looked into his eyes as did she.
“…dear drizzle that fell on me,
Where were you all these days?”
The lyrics along with the music filled the bus and his heart. She half smiled at him and turned to the side of her own genders. Just like the lightening shattering a lone standing tree her glimpse shattered him in to pieces. The bus moved slowly as the rain pulled all late starters from the office to road. Both of them took the tickets to the same destination; Chennai Central Railway Station. It looked like the bus will take another couple of hours to reach the station. She looked out of the bus for the traffic to move and he looked at her for the breeze to blow.
He kept his eyes on her and her instinct said that somebody his looking at her, she turned to him. He didn’t expect the turn and thus startled at her glimpse. She didn’t smile but bent her head down and half turned to the other side.
“…look at me darling angel,
I am waiting for you eyes to throw the spear of love on me…”
He sang with the lyrics little loud for her ears to respond. She moved the hairs that ran over her ears and threw another glimpse over him to raise his heart beats in joy. The next thirty minutes moved slower than the traffic but the wave between them was faster than the light. Someone rose from his seat to get down giving his seat to him. He will not sit, she knew. She will become out of focus if he sits. He let another guy standing near to her to sit in the seat; clearing the traffic. She smiled. Just to avoid suspicious eyes on him he turned his eyes to other sides and there was a sudden break from the driver and someone has fallen over his chest. No! It was not her; it was another girl standing next to her. He helped her to recoup making his girl unhappy and angry. For next five minute she didn’t turn, her face faded like an evening flower. Now he is in a situation to get her back to the mood. He moved next to the girl who fell on him and said “Sister, catch hold of the iron bar tightly” she replied “Okay” and his girl smiled and became okay. Her friend who was stood at her left turned to see him since it was deliberate that a wave of love running between them. She saw that her friend is looking at him. “What are you seeing?” she said little firmly; he smiled. He moved from place to place in different direction to see if she is searching him. She didn’t since her eyes followed him wherever he moved. After two hours the bus reached the destination. Since it was late and time for her train her friend pulled her by hand and started running. He got down little late to see her running and turning back to see if he is coming. He ran behind her but the crowd made it a tough task for him. Once he reached the station a train started to move. He could not run as station was heavily crowded. He lost her.
He opened his eyes with a layer of wetness over his lashes. ‘Passing clouds’ he thought but sometimes passing clouds rains. He wiped the wetness from his eyes and moved on.
He didn’t search, he didn’t look for her, and he has decided not to wait for her anymore. It was time for the same train that took her away from him. The train which he supposed to board was late so he has nothing to do other than wait for the train as he has decided again to wait for her. The train that took her away horned to start. “No, it is of no use to search, she might have forgotten me” he said himself sitting in the waiting chair. The train horned again. He jumped from his seat and ran to that train and started to search in the ladies compartment. The train moved away, now taking his thoughts with it. He walked back to his seat and on the way someone pulled him by hands. He lifted his head up and it was girl. No, not the one he was searching. She said something but he could not hear but he looked at the direction she showed; the other side of the platform. His angle stood there with wet eyes. She came running to him.
And their journey started.