Showing posts with label Story of Two Strangers - 1. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Story of Two Strangers - 1. Show all posts

Monday, 3 February 2014

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.


- Bhavna

Wednesday, 29 January 2014

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