Standing at the bus stop, looking at the sky, praying god "Today, please, okay? Thank you!"
It was friday, and still I haven't saw her coming in the bus. But I still had a hope, I didn't loose the hope. The seven thirty bus was arrived and I headed towards the safest area, battling with crowd of that bus passengers. I finally reached to that safe place and had a look towards the whole bus as always, seeking 'her'. I had a look and like always after that, I took my phone out of the pocket and changed the song to the saddest one. It was my routine.
I knew that if she didn't come to the bus and if she will never come again, my mind will erase her someday, but till that time, I really want to dissolve every piece of my heart with feeling of missing her. I again head a look towards where she used to stand and when I did, I saw that she was standing there only. I closed and rubbed my eyes and saw again, she was really standing there. She was there with a guy, who was covering her from three sides at the window side of the bus near the doors. I was unable to notice her at first because of that guy who covered her. I noted that she was talking with that guy and my mind started reading both of there mind.
The guy looked like he actually like 'her', and the way he covered 'her' closely and she didn't say anything, so she must be comfortable with him.
I looked at myself as a stupid person to fall her a person whom I saw just in the bus.
"These movies and imagination just make people turn there imaginations true and end the reality with stupidity." I thought.
Every second when I was looking towards them, my heart was crying. Every bus stop increased the crowd and the movement of the bus and everytime, that guy didn't miss a chance to move more closer towards 'her'. I did see that she had same light brown color bags and same features as that guys had, means they had same to same bags. The guy didn't revolve his eyes anywhere else except from 'her'. I tried alot to ignore them. I looked down, I looked outside the window, but was unable to extract. I was seeing that person in front of my eyes, for which I waited for two months.
I still ignored everything. Every passenger, that guy, and that bus and concentrated towards her. Her eyes. Her smile. They were not depicting happiness. Her eyes were somewhere else. Her smile, I could say that they were fake, that they were pretending happiness.
But who the hell was I to say this. I never talked to her. Never ever known her heart, and I was talking this. I realised that I was overthinking and the truth was crystal clear, standing in front of me.
No doubt that the guy with her was awesome, in appearance, in care, in talking as well, he was a extra-extrovert because he didn't even stop a while during talking to her in the bus. The girl like 'her' deserves a guy like him. I haven't saw her talking much and now I could see that she was talking, smiling. I was happy. I was happy for her too.
I finally took a look towards her with a smile. Their stop arrived and they went out of the bus. The last scene I saw was the guy offering 'her' his hand to walk together and the bus passed that stop. Here I repeated the same sad song for the sixth time that I played while entering in the bus.
But without any doubt, I was happy for her. I was smiling.
It was friday, and still I haven't saw her coming in the bus. But I still had a hope, I didn't loose the hope. The seven thirty bus was arrived and I headed towards the safest area, battling with crowd of that bus passengers. I finally reached to that safe place and had a look towards the whole bus as always, seeking 'her'. I had a look and like always after that, I took my phone out of the pocket and changed the song to the saddest one. It was my routine.
I knew that if she didn't come to the bus and if she will never come again, my mind will erase her someday, but till that time, I really want to dissolve every piece of my heart with feeling of missing her. I again head a look towards where she used to stand and when I did, I saw that she was standing there only. I closed and rubbed my eyes and saw again, she was really standing there. She was there with a guy, who was covering her from three sides at the window side of the bus near the doors. I was unable to notice her at first because of that guy who covered her. I noted that she was talking with that guy and my mind started reading both of there mind.
The guy looked like he actually like 'her', and the way he covered 'her' closely and she didn't say anything, so she must be comfortable with him.
I looked at myself as a stupid person to fall her a person whom I saw just in the bus.
"These movies and imagination just make people turn there imaginations true and end the reality with stupidity." I thought.
Every second when I was looking towards them, my heart was crying. Every bus stop increased the crowd and the movement of the bus and everytime, that guy didn't miss a chance to move more closer towards 'her'. I did see that she had same light brown color bags and same features as that guys had, means they had same to same bags. The guy didn't revolve his eyes anywhere else except from 'her'. I tried alot to ignore them. I looked down, I looked outside the window, but was unable to extract. I was seeing that person in front of my eyes, for which I waited for two months.
I still ignored everything. Every passenger, that guy, and that bus and concentrated towards her. Her eyes. Her smile. They were not depicting happiness. Her eyes were somewhere else. Her smile, I could say that they were fake, that they were pretending happiness.
But who the hell was I to say this. I never talked to her. Never ever known her heart, and I was talking this. I realised that I was overthinking and the truth was crystal clear, standing in front of me.
No doubt that the guy with her was awesome, in appearance, in care, in talking as well, he was a extra-extrovert because he didn't even stop a while during talking to her in the bus. The girl like 'her' deserves a guy like him. I haven't saw her talking much and now I could see that she was talking, smiling. I was happy. I was happy for her too.
I finally took a look towards her with a smile. Their stop arrived and they went out of the bus. The last scene I saw was the guy offering 'her' his hand to walk together and the bus passed that stop. Here I repeated the same sad song for the sixth time that I played while entering in the bus.
But without any doubt, I was happy for her. I was smiling.
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