It all started with a ‘one minute delay’. It was Sunday & I had been to Pune to meet my friends. I was to come home by the local train. But I was late, just to see the last bogie slide away right in front of me. This one minute delay meant that the next local was after 45 minutes & it could well be 15-30 minutes behind schedule. I decided to go by bus. I guess she got onto the bus at Aundh. Those black eyes; searching for a place to sit as I was searching for a place in those eyes for myself; were elucidating a new law of gravity.
She sat behind me. She was beautiful. May be the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in any bus. Her lovely & fair face enunciated the beauty of her eyes and so did her ‘kajal’. She was there to be described on this blog right from the first glance that I got from her. I wanted to let her know about my blog and about the fact that she is going to be mentioned on it. So I took out a book from my bag and a page there from. I scribbled in brief about the blog and her. But I couldn’t gather the courage to hand over the page to her. It would have been very weird to give a neatly folded piece of paper which resembled much like a love letter to the most beautiful girl in the bus who was being stared by many people all the time. I started to get that churning feeling in my stomach that I used to feel before the exams in the school days. Nervous, scared, excited, patient; I was all of these, all at the same time. I had only three stops left until my stop finally arrived. She started to tie her scarf around her head. I decided that I would get down at whichever stop she gets down and then hand over the paper to her eluding all the weird glances I would have got otherwise on the bus. Fortunately for me she was to get down at the same stop
where I had to. We got down… a deep breath… with the churning still on in my stomach, I went for it… “mam…” I gave her a smaller piece of paper which only had the url of the blog. Told her that whenever I witness anything beautiful in life I mention it on the blog and I want her to check out the blog. I didn’t mention that she would be mentioned on the blog. She was perfectly fine that a stranger approached her, talked to her some of the most unexpected stuff, and gave her a piece of paper bearing the web address of his blog. She assured me that she would surely try and see what it is. All through she wore a pleasantly wonderful smile. I think she believes that the world is really beautiful… as beautiful as her. She gave herself a chance to believe in me and so made me happy and made herself more beautiful even as a person. I hope she sees my blog and this post in particular. And I also hope that I get to see her again… may be the coming Sunday… at the bus stop, I will be waiting for her to glide down from a bus like an Angle descending from Heaven. Beautiful…!
She sat behind me. She was beautiful. May be the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in any bus. Her lovely & fair face enunciated the beauty of her eyes and so did her ‘kajal’. She was there to be described on this blog right from the first glance that I got from her. I wanted to let her know about my blog and about the fact that she is going to be mentioned on it. So I took out a book from my bag and a page there from. I scribbled in brief about the blog and her. But I couldn’t gather the courage to hand over the page to her. It would have been very weird to give a neatly folded piece of paper which resembled much like a love letter to the most beautiful girl in the bus who was being stared by many people all the time. I started to get that churning feeling in my stomach that I used to feel before the exams in the school days. Nervous, scared, excited, patient; I was all of these, all at the same time. I had only three stops left until my stop finally arrived. She started to tie her scarf around her head. I decided that I would get down at whichever stop she gets down and then hand over the paper to her eluding all the weird glances I would have got otherwise on the bus. Fortunately for me she was to get down at the same stop 
where I had to. We got down… a deep breath… with the churning still on in my stomach, I went for it… “mam…” I gave her a smaller piece of paper which only had the url of the blog. Told her that whenever I witness anything beautiful in life I mention it on the blog and I want her to check out the blog. I didn’t mention that she would be mentioned on the blog. She was perfectly fine that a stranger approached her, talked to her some of the most unexpected stuff, and gave her a piece of paper bearing the web address of his blog. She assured me that she would surely try and see what it is. All through she wore a pleasantly wonderful smile. I think she believes that the world is really beautiful… as beautiful as her. She gave herself a chance to believe in me and so made me happy and made herself more beautiful even as a person. I hope she sees my blog and this post in particular. And I also hope that I get to see her again… may be the coming Sunday… at the bus stop, I will be waiting for her to glide down from a bus like an Angle descending from Heaven. Beautiful…!
very nice yaar.i think u should start to write a book.we commerce student also have some beautiful moments to share with this world..... not only IITians
ReplyDeletereally good dear.
ReplyDeletedid u saw her again????
ReplyDeleteso beautiful... she must be missing you....
ReplyDeleteHey man, I appricate your tryst with the beauty. I mean I would like share my tryst with the fairy queen.
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