I used to be alone and the destination was always far. After a couple of days, I stopped thinking about having some company. It's only now that I feel it was one of the top fifty 'most stupid things' I have ever done. To stop cribbing for some company at that time. So by the time I saw them, I had gotten used to travelling alone. Rains continued filling up the days and lab became the most important thing for me.
We used to arrive and leave by the same train and we took the same bus twice a day. They had an effect on me from day one. The first day I saw them, we were on the bus, the tyre got punctured. I still can't believe that was the first day. I stepped ahead towards them, wanting to share an auto with them to the institute. Suddenly it occurred to me that it was only yesterday I had juiced up my music player. It meant I could not afford to be in a hurry. Pink Floyd needs time.
The more I saw them, the more I wanted to be with them. Something pulled me back, it always does, at the right moments and sometimes at those moments when I shouldn't be pulled back.They were the best, I would have said this on the first day itself. They were inviting, only one of their kind. Unparalleled.Questioning.Not bothered.Aloof. I had to be with them. But why was I pulled back? For me it was a battle. The laboratory had roped me in their side. I was given a choice. As it has always been with me, I choose. I chose the lab and could not abandon it in the middle of it. After the days' fight ended, I prepared for the forthcoming fight at dawn. It left me no time. I was enjoying it. The joy was enough to keep me in the fight. The amount of grey matter being utilized, gave me a high. For the time being, they took a back seat. I did not ignore them though, their effect was long lasting, omnipresent, and ignoring them was a choice not left to me.
They were punctual. I was never in a hurry, did not even bother about bus timings. If the bus left before it's normal time, I waited. If my train was late, I waited for 20 minutes for the next bus. This was not the case with them. They left in an auto. I could have shared an auto with them, but I was not in a hurry. One day, they stayed back. Did not go for an auto. Waited. Looking towards me. It was an invitation I guess. Half a minute, one and half, five minutes , ten. They were questioning indeed, but they were not bothered. They got cruel in an instant, they left looking towards me with pity. Now I missed them. I had missed my chance to be them. More than being with them, I wanted to look deep into them. Unravel their mystery, what made them the way they were. Piercing. Deep. Mesmerizing. They were the most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever seen.
Next day, we boarded the same bus. I had made a choice the day before, I had missed my chance.Nothing was different. Same bus, same conductor, similar co passengers as it had been for the past 50 days. But sameness plays an important part in glorifying what is something different.One should respect the routine, the sameness in order to rejoice the difference. And what a difference it was. Heavens poured. She did not have an umbrella with her.Oh my god ! I was dreaming about this just a while ago. She asked whether I can take her in my umbrella. That was my last day at the institute. I love my luck.
We used to arrive and leave by the same train and we took the same bus twice a day. They had an effect on me from day one. The first day I saw them, we were on the bus, the tyre got punctured. I still can't believe that was the first day. I stepped ahead towards them, wanting to share an auto with them to the institute. Suddenly it occurred to me that it was only yesterday I had juiced up my music player. It meant I could not afford to be in a hurry. Pink Floyd needs time.
The more I saw them, the more I wanted to be with them. Something pulled me back, it always does, at the right moments and sometimes at those moments when I shouldn't be pulled back.They were the best, I would have said this on the first day itself. They were inviting, only one of their kind. Unparalleled.Questioning.Not bothered.Aloof. I had to be with them. But why was I pulled back? For me it was a battle. The laboratory had roped me in their side. I was given a choice. As it has always been with me, I choose. I chose the lab and could not abandon it in the middle of it. After the days' fight ended, I prepared for the forthcoming fight at dawn. It left me no time. I was enjoying it. The joy was enough to keep me in the fight. The amount of grey matter being utilized, gave me a high. For the time being, they took a back seat. I did not ignore them though, their effect was long lasting, omnipresent, and ignoring them was a choice not left to me.
They were punctual. I was never in a hurry, did not even bother about bus timings. If the bus left before it's normal time, I waited. If my train was late, I waited for 20 minutes for the next bus. This was not the case with them. They left in an auto. I could have shared an auto with them, but I was not in a hurry. One day, they stayed back. Did not go for an auto. Waited. Looking towards me. It was an invitation I guess. Half a minute, one and half, five minutes , ten. They were questioning indeed, but they were not bothered. They got cruel in an instant, they left looking towards me with pity. Now I missed them. I had missed my chance to be them. More than being with them, I wanted to look deep into them. Unravel their mystery, what made them the way they were. Piercing. Deep. Mesmerizing. They were the most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever seen.
Next day, we boarded the same bus. I had made a choice the day before, I had missed my chance.Nothing was different. Same bus, same conductor, similar co passengers as it had been for the past 50 days. But sameness plays an important part in glorifying what is something different.One should respect the routine, the sameness in order to rejoice the difference. And what a difference it was. Heavens poured. She did not have an umbrella with her.Oh my god ! I was dreaming about this just a while ago. She asked whether I can take her in my umbrella. That was my last day at the institute. I love my luck.
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what a lovely post!
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