zoya

   Studying in a well-known institute, I am happy with what all I have. I have everything in this quick time-family, friends, well-wishers, all the above myself. Happy with what I have. However, something …I cannot surely say what it is. But it is something that always makes me wander in my thoughts just like a homeless nomad, looking around. I was thinking about it, but the thoughts were too big to reach an end. It is always confusing, when someone starts it from the middle, so let's start the journey from the beginning...

 

 KSVK’S

                         zoya  

 

       On June 1, my college has started. Busy with my boring life- studying, travelling and nothing interesting. A fine day – a day to remember, I saw the photo of one the topper of our school who is my junior. It was the first time I saw her. Forgot to say it was on a book. A fair, innocent face, with well-shaped eyebrows and cute little eyes a small nose and light pink lips to fall for added a smile on her face. She looks beautiful and nothing more to express, as I am not a poet. to write a poem on her beauty. Feel to meet her. But I can’t. My shy prevented me. To meet her, I have nothing to talk about me. I think she doesn’t even know me. I am a calm person in our school. Moreover, even my own batch mates finds hard to recognize me. That is what I am. I really don’t have anything to initiate a talk with her, laughing at my own luck, I left the topic there itself…

       I think a week later or more I am not definite about that. I saw her. Sorry, sorry….

       I was waiting for my bus at 6:50 am in the bus stop. Probably I think it was Monday. The bus was there. I get in, the bus started. After one stop, two people got into the bus. I don’t know one of them and the other one is, she. I forgot to say, her name is ZOYA. Don’t bother how I got her name it was printed on the book where I saw her for the first time. She sat at the right row second seat. The journey started. The forty-five minutes journey was new to me. The same old way to the college with rocks started appearing like a garden with full of roses, asking them to pluck but the thorns are looking at me, frightened me hasn’t gone to them. I don’t know why it was the first time, it was happening not on the seventy mm screen I go but in me. It was new and nice. I reached my college. Reluctantly I get down the bus, hoping to look at the roses again.

      In the evening, around 5:45 pm I saw her again, at Shobha Nagar bus stop waiting for the bus. I saw her along with her friend. We both get into the same bus. She is just beautiful like the morning dew on the petal of lotus in the shines of early sunrays. A fresh presence - a glow - a little smile on her face. Her smile says a lot, but I couldn’t read anything but to look at her. It was something, I never saw in others.

      The next day, my day started as usual. I saw her on the same bus at Alana apartments. She got into the bus, no words between us. The day and night passed, thinking about her but no words between us. There was never an eye contact between us and she didn’t even care who I am. But I can remember an incident. One day she missed her bus and running to catch it, I saw her and asked the conductor to stop the bus . As she gets into the bus, she looked at me and murmured something, may be ‘THANKS’ ,the first and last words she spoke to me, even I haven’t heard it properly. I think it is, it.

      Every day I was looking at her in the morning and evening, after two weeks our college timings have been changed. They have extended it till 7 pm in the evening. I have left with only two days in a week (Monday and Saturday) to see her on the bus or bus stop. Mostly during Saturdays, I used to see her at the Madhava bus stop she used to change her bus route 192 to 981. If not at the Shobha Nagar bus stop again.  The rest of the week, I waited for Monday and Saturday, days passed my preparation started for my exams I worked hard and I achieved it, but I lost her.

       I was thinking about her meanwhile I have to go to a new place to continue my further studies, but her thoughts were not leaving me. Finally, I want to express my feelings to her. Eagerly I am searching for her. I came to know that she is friend of my classmate’s sister. I asked her to convey my feelings to ZOYA. She said she did.

 WAITING FOR HER RESPONSE ….

AS HER DECISION IS STILL PENDING....

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-KSVK