Walking
down the street for getting some tea is a usual habit of mine. I always find it
relaxing to stand on tea stall and listen to the idiotic conversations. Just
like the other days, I start my journey towards the tea stalls and I find her
standing on the road waiting for the bus to come. I know her as I used to adore
her beautiful eyes while taking sip of my tea but this day was a bit different.
I was sensing some tensions building around her but as I do not know her enough
to ask about I decided not to ask her.
Her bus arrives and she went inside it. I sense her eyes flickering
towards me but I am unsure about it. The day comes back to the normal and I too
start doing my other regular activities.
After
finishing the day I was lying on the bed, reading some random articles and
suddenly her thoughts enters in mind space. I was thinking about her and I was
drawing possible conclusion of her sadness. I do not know why but I was feeling
attached towards her. I do not know her name and all I know the name of
institute whose bus used to pick her up. I decide to talk to her and introduce
myself formally and with this thought, I fall asleep. Next morning I geared up
to start the conversation but she did not arrive, I felt bad but then I too
begin my work. Next day I saw her standing on the stand with a handmade bag in
her had. Her eyes were looking as well and she was relaxed. I want to talk to
her but as she was in happy moods I don’t want to initiate the conversation by
revealing that I noticed her resentment and hence I avoid interacting with her.
After
seeing two or three, more times she stops coming to the bus stand and it’s been
3 years since I saw her. I was happy
with the fact that last time I saw her happy face but I am sad by not
interacting her. I do not know where she is but I hope she will be happy
wherever she is. So miss RBE (random beautiful eyes, I used this acronym for
indicating her in my diary) stay happy always and if you landed on my blog to
read it then please respond. Until then
god bless you and other who reads it.
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