Story of Two Strangers

Story continued from Part 1 The First Sight, Part 2 After Two days... ,  Part 3 Next Week... ,  Part 4 And the Game continues.. and Part 5 The Charm...

The Admittance,

I am restless today. My back pack looks heavier suddenly. The weight my thoughts, my feelings, & my questions about this emotion between Swayam & me, is lying on that piece of paper in my bag. And it’s in Spanish. Although my friends told, that its very good compared for a beginner, & they also made some grammatical corrections, I feel very much uneasy on the idea of letting him read this. At least if he would laugh, then the humiliation would be mine alone, as I didn’t told any of my friends that I am secretly meeting Swayam after school , and this poem is for him.

We take a seat. He is chatting & I am animatedly replying, “whether to tell him or not”, my mind is buzzing with the question & I can’t breathe... “I have written something in Spanish” I blurted at last. He got surprised & then saw a rolled paper in my hand. Composing himself he asked, “I want to read this”. I give him the paper, which contained all my feelings for him, and watch as his reaction on reading this will decide my fate. My first Poem in the language I don’t know...

El que tiene el brillo de la luz solar

¿Quién es el que tiene los ojos como un sueño

A veces me encuentra, a veces me habla,

Mira fijamente desde la distancia y sonrisas

¿Quién tiene esa sonrisa encantadora

(The one with the sparkle of sunlight,

Who is the one having the eyes like a dream?

Sometimes he meets me, sometimes talks to me,

Stares from the distance & smiles,

Who has this charming smile?)

 As he reads the phrase of my admittance of Love to him, I dread that what he will tell about this. He brushes his hair with his hand, (he does that whenever he is deciding something, I have noticed that too). His smile and his next words on finishing save me from a cardiac arrest. “ Mat lab jante ho kya likha hai, aaj se yeh poem meri” I rejoice and feel that even if I get to spend eternity for him, it would be less.

O God, could I ever need anything more?

(Complete As of Now)

-Bhavna

Story of Two Strangers

Story continued from Part 1 The First Sight, Part 2 After Two days... ,  Part 3 Next Week... and Part 4 And the Game continues..

The Charm...

I threw another dress in pile. I am getting late, and I don’t know what I am going to wear. Mom came & saw the long pile of rejected dresses, & I know she is thinking I have gone mad. Till date I have never bothered think about what to wear, but today is special. We have a uniform free day today and I want to dress up, hell I want to dress up for Swayam. Somewhere my heart says that he might be also thinking the same & anticipating how I look in normal (read non hideous) clothes. And I don’t want to disappoint him today.

I rushed to reach school on time, feeling all the eyes on me. Yeah it works, my efforts have not gone in vain, and I could sense & hear every hush from the boys as I was passing taking the floors for my Biology lab upstairs. As soon as I reached third floor & saw him, I know all my efforts were fruitless. He looked breathtakingly beautiful and I could never ever match his charm. I never thought that any person could be so appeasing on sight. His smile told me, that he appreciated my efforts and I became lost in the moment forgetting everything except two of us. And the instant I knew, I would do anything to meet him at the end of school, and have our weird chat later. Pray God, our classes end at the same time.

The day was long, and as the school ended my eyes started searching him. I couldn’t find him anywhere, and disappointed I went to platform to take my bus. I was standing there alone, all buses went away, but I don’t know why my heart was stopping me to board any. Why I was waiting for him, when I knew he was still in his class. And then the sensation pulled me & I looked up to see him crossing the road to join me. What is it, the strange sensation that tells me, that he is nearby, when I feel is presence before I see him? I don’t know the name of these alien emotions.

Silently we took the bus, & I sat next to him “Aaj to heroine lag rahe ho”, his words broke the trance & I realized I was just gazing him. I smiled, and he added, “I like the dress very much, and you look very good in it.” I shyly replied, “You are also looking very good, and this color, it suits very much on you”. We were talking & then I realized that it was not possible for him to be here. “Hey, how you are here, you still had two classes today” I demanded. “I bunked them, wanted to talk to you” he casually stated Bunk...huh...Suddenly I was scared for him, in my disciplined life, I never thought of bunking any class but don’t know why his little indiscipline looked so cute. “So which classes you missed?” “Maths & Spanish” he answered. “Maths class post lunch is sleepy anyways, So I don’t feel sorry for that, but Spanish, I can’t Say. I have opted for French” I casually remarked. He made a horrified face & told, “You haven’t opted for Spanish, you don’t know how many people learn this language these days & I personally love it very much”. Though I knew not learning Spanish is not crime, I suddenly felt guilty that I am not learning something which he likes, “Oh, Actually I had taken Spanish in my junior class along with French, So I know the basics of the language, it’s  just too little”  “Hey, I was just teasing you, don’t take it seriously, but I would like it very much, if you do learn a little more” He replied.

And the Instant I knew, my stupid heart won’t allow me to sleep till I open my Jr. Spanish books tonight, and I would be restless till I phrase my feelings in the language he loves.

Continued as The Admittance....

- Bhavna

Story of Two Strangers

Story continued from Part 1 The First Sight, Part 2 After Two days... and Part 3 Next Week...

And the Game continues..

Trin….. The bell rang marking the end of the class, commencing the 5 min short break before the next class. And I geared myself for facing him. I know Swayam will pass from his class to the water room, I know while crossing my class he will glance at my side from the lobby and pass a smile in my direction, I also admit that I will smile back. The routine has started from the day we had our first talk. My brain is shouting at its peak to stop this game. But there is something in him who draws me towards him and my heart is relenting to this weird fascination.

I hurried at the end of school to catch the bus, and alas I saw him ALONE, waiting at the platform. And my mind performed a silent joy of the victory. On one side I wanted to run and talk to him, to know more about him, and on another I just wanted to scream and run in opposite direction. What if he knows that I turn pink whenever I see him, what if he listens that my heart beat has gone faster and it feels it will come out anytime. What if he knows that I have replayed our first and only conversation innumerable times in mind? I won be able to suffer the embarrassment of letting him know my feelings.  I hurried to take the bus, and saw him take the seat ALONE again, I controlled myself, walked past him and took an empty seat beside window.

I was distracting myself with the landscape, trying to regularize my heartbeats, when he joined me. His uniquely familiar scent hit me first. Is that the cologne boys use, or is it just another thing special about him?

“Why didn’t you sit with me?” he asked. So straight. I tried to find my voice and replied, “aise hi”. Hope he doesn’t sees how hard is for me to give rational reply when he is nearby.

He smiled his million watt smile, and started his interrogation again. Till we reached our destination, I was sure he knows more about me in the two meetings than anybody rest in this school since past month. I also have got so much information about this weird boy, that anybody can mistake us for long lost friends. Nishika is falling for a big trouble now.

Continued as The Charm...

- Bhavna

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Story of Two Strangers

Story continued from Part 1 The First Sight and Part 2 After Two days...

Next Week…

I won’t stare back….I won’t stare back….

I kept on chanting the mantra again… Don’t ask me how it helped…. Don’t even ask me how many times I slipped. Why I ever left S.V??  Life was so uncomplicated then…no long journey, no Physics and no strange oglers and no failed attempt to stop myself from ogling the oglers.

I won’t stare back….I won’t stare back…. I geared up myself again, & reached the bus platform, & he was there..and he stares again… I won’t stare back….I won’t stare back….

The bus comes…. It’s not the one from my pass book, but its definitely the one on his!!! (I have also done a little noticing this time…)

I won’t stare back….I won’t stare back….

The bus goes… Ah… relieved now, I relaxed my fists…now I can look around..And he is still here…Why? Where are his rest of groupies…Jane do.. I don’t care.

I won’t stare back….I won’t look back….

Another bus comes….the one on his list again, I stare back…He brushes his hair with his hands and smiles back..The bus stops, he sees me and doesn't board the bus??? I stare back again, he smiles as if he is waiting for me to take the bus first… Holy Shit….I need a greater motivation to stay away from him now….

Don’t remember how much time has stuck, I have lost the count of the buses he didn’t board. I am tired.. Very tired of this annoying day.. This silly games of ours.. I wish my BFF Sweetu was here who could guide me on how to handle him.

At last I got the one… And this time I behaved and didn’t looked back to see whether he is in same bus or still stranded on the platform!!!!

I reached my stop, slight smug, on the little victory of mine over him. I was carelessly crossing the road to reach the next platform, unknown to the fact that the next words are going to change my life forever…

“Sab aarhe tahere numbers likhe hain kya?”

I jumped hearing these words, and turned around to see him smugly asking me what kind of bus numbers I have on my pass book.. “Immmh..han kuch aise hi, jo numbers likhe hain, Shayad wo bus ab aati nahin” I replied sounding slight confused.  “But what about you, why u didn’t boarded any of your bus” I asked him atlast, looking anywhere but him.

He looked into my eyes and replied, “Because I wanted to talk to you”.

He is bolder than I thought…it would be difficult to avoid him… Ah Hell…

“Wanted to talk with me? Oh..Why?” I asked him. “Just aise hi…hey, what’s your name?”He counter asked.

“Nishika… Nishika Sachdev, and you?” “Swayam… Swayam lulla”…Oh we hailed from the same place…

“U live at MG road?”

“Yes, and you?”

“OP road”

And this is how it started... Our first Conversation…My first talk with strange ogler…And still I don’t know, why I answered him that day…Why I didn’t confront him that day…Why I replied his queries shyly and encouraged him that day…I felt that I met someone familiar in the crowd of strangers, Not knowing Destiny was making a very big move for me.

Continued as And the Game Continues...

- Bhavna

Story of Two Strangers

Story Continued from Part 1 The First Sight

2. After two days….

Aha he stares again…the ogler, the idiot stranger; my mind ran out of the curses for him. Thank God we don’t share the class. The first thing I did when I confirmed my suspicions for the stranger was to know whether he was my class mate or not, and bless the heavens I saw him taking the next. And yet he never missed any opportunity to gaze me – his object of interest. Don’t know why he keeps on doing this..on the bus platform, in the bus, before the classes, in between the short break of the classes..his gaze doesn’t leaves me anywhere alone…Don’t know what he intends to get from this… And don’t know why I am getting curious to know whether he is watching again or not.. Don’t know why I am staring back…Hell I don’t know his name even, and I am warning myself not to watch him…Mumma is definitely going to kill me if she knows this…Ah I am going to fail in Physics if I don’t stop thinking about him & concentrate in the next class..

Continued as Next Week...

- Bhavna

Story of Two Strangers

1. The First Sight

Missed the damn bus again. I took the bus pass book again to see the number of the bus I have to board. It’s frustrating to remember these now. I miss my S.V so much now, all these years I took the same bus to S.V & came back, in span of 15 mins. And now, it takes almost two hours to reach this new school and I have to remember the numbers of all those buses I have to change, and the routes and pick and drop points. The journey exhausts me so much that I felt asleep on the bus yesterday and missed my drop point. And all this for what? A new School, higher studies, Science classes. Wish S.V had all that, and then I would have been with my old friends & teachers and wouldn’t be struggling here. I was going through my mental babble when I first saw him, the tall, fair -lean one in the group of boys from this new school. These were the same group who takes bus from the same platform. It’s almost a month now, I have seen my fellow school mates on this platform but this boy struck me. He was and busy chatting with his friends, but what struck me were his eyes and its object of fascination- me. It looked like…like he was staring me. No, not possible- it must be my imagination. Ah the bus came, not the one on my pass book again....As I was cursing the numbers I had selected, the group boarded the bus and went away along with the Mr. Mysterious Stranger ogling boy…

Continued as After Two Days...

- Bhavna

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