Imagine. Imagine you waiting on the bus stop. The wait seems endless. Your bus refuses to arrive. It’s a warm day, even though the sky is overclouded. The bus-stop is overcrowded, lacking nice chicks, as usual. So by no means it’s the perfect day of your life. You wait, wait and wait. You keep listening to the radio which is playing ghise-pite songs while observing the insignificant buses vrooming past you.
As you watch the rear of the 17th bus that vrooms past you, a sudden blaze of brilliant white light grips you. Your eyes shrink as if they were seeing light after hours of sleep. You raise your hand to protect your eyes with your palm only to realize that the light is coming from the bus stop itself. You steady yourself and look again to find that the sun is shining brightly, as if smiling at the cool breeze that blew across the stop.
Your eyes spot a girl…wearing a beautiful white gown with a matching white purse, black eyes, black long hair, and a silver watch. She looks at her watch. You look at her. The eyes meet and for a second or two the world stops. The buses, cars, bikes, signals, the hands of her watch, all of them come to a halt. The world is standstill. Nothing is moving, until she stops gazing. “Wow! Is she an angel?” you question yourself, and smile; as if you already know the answer. She looks downwards, adjusts her hair which are leaning on her cheeks, then looks at the watch to tick seconds away & then at the approaching bus. You too turn around to take a look to see the approaching bus and wish that she doesn’t board the bus.
You look back to confirm and notice that she’s staring at you. The eyes meet again, just for a second though. “Her eyes are so beautiful!” You exclaim. You have a look again, your heart pumps, beats, dances, jumps, swings. You try to control it but you can’t.
The wind starts blowing her hair away. The hairs swirl and swing around her forehead. She amasses them to tie them with a clip. You gaze at her, as if you want to tell her not to tie her hair, as they look beautiful the way they are. Your eyes convey the messages. She gives a mysterious smile; as if acknowledging your suggestion. You look back and smile. She stares, then blushes & looks down.
Now the mind starts thinking. The heart starts beating. You feel something for her. You feel like approaching her. But you don’t. You wait. Another bus arrives. Your heart starts beating faster. Once more you pray that she doesn’t board the bus. This time even she prays for the same.
“Enough is enough” you exclaim as if you are anxious to approach her. You rehearse and re-reharse the sentences you would utter while introducing yourself. “Now! Let’s go and talk to her” you whisper as if arriving at a decision. But you don’t rush towards her. You wait for the right movement. “The right movement isn’t too far” you exclaim. But it isn’t that near as well. You wait and wait, convincing yourself that you would be able to impress her.
You look back at her and find that she has already left in a taxi!!! You feel like kicking yourself, or pull all your hair out in one go. But as always, you stay calm and resume listening to the radio as if nothing happened…..
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