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Human life is composed of a lot of emotions, friends, love, lust and many more if we started to explore. A lot of memories are surrounded in our life. Some are hot tasty sad bitter and so on. Some are meant to inspire, few not to repeat and some to correct our mistakes. A few stories are meant to forget and some we can’t. Even we dare not to say them. A human is a living thing with a lot of components in him. A ton of sorrow, a heap of joy, a heart full of love towards loved ones.  Some stories are meant not to forget, even we start we fell in the loop of its dreams and desire and may not come out of it. It may take days months and years to regain our mental stamina. Each one of us has such type of stories that we meant not to share and below is the one

Ksvk’s

              “Hi,……

        It was a Monday. As usual I left college and moved to the bus stop to pick a bus to return home. I was with my friends. We saw busses in the busy traffic carrying its passengers like a filled water pot splitting the droplets. Most of them are students from nearby areas. One of us suggested us to go to another stop to pick a bus that takes another route and can get into that as the crowd in it was very less. But the problem is we have to take another bus to go there. We agreed with him, reached our desirable stop. We stood there for another five minutes, meanwhile, I went to a shop to buy chocolate. As I reached the bus stop the bus has left and my friends were on the bus as they didn’t notice me going to shop.

      I had no option left but to wait there still, another bus arrived. To my knowledge, I have to wait for half-an-hour to have a bus. I had nothing to do but eat the chocolate that I bought by missing the bus. Meanwhile a voice disturbed my silence. A young girl mostly a teenager with a fair complexion blue-black eyes with a sharp look having well-shaped eyebrows an edge cut nose lips defining rose petals a smile on her face added a wild beauty to her as a masterpiece of art delivered from an artist called me, her voice remembered the chirping of hummingbirds in the early morning in such huge traffic her voice made to fall for her. I can hear it clearly from the interesting dialogue that I hear the most.

“Hi, have we met earlier?” asked the beauty.

I have nothing to say as I never dreamt of such a girl in my imagination also.

I told “no”

“I feel we met earlier and we talked to one another. Probably you may not remember.” She replied.

     I am in total confusion as I never speak to a girl in class but how do I talk to her.

     I replied “sorry about this but I can’t remember you. And I think I am not the one whom you are looking for. And I have to pick this bus”. I left.  From window I am seeing her till the bus moved. She had a face one can’t forget. I am sure I haven’t met her but a lot of thoughts arose in my mind. As I reached my home I left them aside but unable to leave them. The next day I again reached the same bus stop so that I can get into an empty bus. I saw her coming to me.

“Sorry for what has happened, I taught you as someone else.” She told.

“No it’s not a problem” I replied.

    From the day when we see each other we used to wave our hands as wishing each other by gazing into each other eyes. It continued for a week. I never asked her name nor nothing and same with her. We were like known strangers. One day I haven’t seen her. The next day repeated the same. Two days later I was standing under a pillar near the bus stand. Had no work to do I started reading the wall poster they put on the pillar.

      The worst movement I faced in my life appeared when I saw a poster of her death ceremony. The name I remember was ANU. The time I saw there were no words came to me as I couldn’t digest the news of her death. I couldn’t manage to see her month of death as my eyes getting wet. And I took the bus arrived there without noticing the bus number because the date in the month was a week before I met her at the bus stop. Sweat appeared over my forehead. I fell sick and haven’t gone to the bus stop for the other three months. When I saw the pillar after 3 months the poster has been taken. I could only see the date as I am not sure she passed away a week earlier. The confusion started and couldn’t be resolved till date.

And I am searching for the answer whenever I remember this as I am unable to forget this.

I wish to meet her once.

I want to meet her.

I want to meet ……………………..

                                                           

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Ksvk