She smiled.
I looked at her, and when my eyes met hers, a sullen jolt
of currents passed to my spine. I had read stories about fairies and mermaids. She
beat them all. Those beautiful eyes when beheld, were like the first rays of sun
in the first winter morning, the first rain in the monsoon and the first star
in the spring dawn.
“isn’t it too early for rain this year?” I tried to make
a conversation.
I wasn’t there. The moment I felt her warm and soft
perfume, I was already veiled by clouds of love and affections and literally I could
hear “she is your crush..she is ur” humming by my heart to my brain although actually
the song “stoney” by lobo was playing soothingly in my ear piece.
“dude, its February. And it’s a sunny morning!” she shot
me.
Is she this awesome that I loose all my six senses, god! I
was blabbering.
She sat beside me. I could read those cross lines on her
forehead that she was expecting an explanation for my weird line. A sane wouldn’t
have pronounced them.
“oh sorry.. I have this habit of sharing the piece from
my dream. My bad.” I went for an odd cover.
She smiled.
That was the last thing I needed to go black out.
It wasn’t a smile, it was like a slap by thousand rose
petals. It was like bullets of warm snow flakes touching ur cheeks when you lie
on the road with hands stretched across. It was everything that is beautiful
and everything that can melt anybody’s heart.
I was thinking of ways to elongate a conversation with
her and was fighting not to bore her with my weird tricks.
“so the dream?” she cross eyed me.
“ah huh.” I acted like a child, whose nickname was teddy
because of the cuteness he held while moving his eye brows in agreement.
“do you remember your dream so precisely?”
“yaaas!”, I reflexed
“90 percent of dreams you see are forgotten while we
awake, and you are telling me exact lines from your dream..”
This girls got skills too. I was silent for a moment when
she counter attacked me with facts and tried to prove indirectly that I was
hitting on her. I tried to be strong to my point and replied that I had the god’s
gift of remembering most of the dreams.
“I shall believe you” she did a clever sarcasm. Many a
times I have seen girls with beauty, girls who wouldn’t never have to stand in
a queue nor would have problem for hitchhikes but those girls lacked brain. And
many other times there were girls who could even name all the countries with
their capitals but some of them had crooked nose or had a pony tails with
jeans.
But this was a celebrated moment. A girl with best blend
of beauty and brains was sitting right beside me. I wanted to know her. I wanted
to be friend to her. But it would be blasphemy in the eyes of holy relations of
love. How could anyone ask anyone to be friend to you when it was not more than
10 minutes and not more than 20 words being exchanged.
But I knew it was
more than enough. I was sure when she blinked the first time. I became
confident when I read her smile. I believed those smiles were always meant to
me. I hoped no other boys would be slapped by them petals of roses.
“I am isabella by the way” she put her hands forward to
shake.
For the moment I felt the bus was empty. Then I made fool
of myself
“east and west Isabella is best”
I extended my hands to for a handshake but then out of
nowhere I raised it for a high five. I was wasted I thought. How can it happen?
How can I not estimate the aftermath of words said when such immense creature
was expecting the better of me?
“wont you tell me your name?” she said slyly. “you are an
interesting guy, you know”
Again the clouds were pulling me with them but this time I
fought with all the evil and romantic thoughts and tried to concentrate on her.
Trying not to err any more.
“my name is bikranta” I said with a joker’s smile
“and my name is barak obama”
The conductor shouted at me.
“you are occupying two seats, why don’t you move little
bit.”
I felt woken up. Woken up after a long sleep.
And this time it
was raining and it wasn’t February.
The bus was packed and every standing passenger was
looking at me. Some were laughing.
“I thought u were taking a call with ur earphone plucked
in, then you were doing solo handshake and high fives.” The conductor patted
me.
“how long was I in phone?” I tried to act sane and tried
to prove him that I was actually talking in my phone and not speaking to
myself.
“haha, don’t kid me bro, I know what happened to you,
five minutes before you entered this bus, a girl with wide eyes and a guitar
left. We all thought she crazy when she hand shook alone and replied false high
fives.
