"Does it rain all the time!!?” I must be uttering these words for the zillionth time since I have moved here. It’s been more than a week and I know it DOES rain all the time.
I am a nature lover, I love to see rain drops from window and all that but it is a pain if you have to change two buses to reach office in this weather.
I need to carry a rain jacket (whenever I carry it, rain miraculously decides to cancel its visit!), a winter jacket (yes! it is cold as well) and a software engineer’s janmon- ka- sathi the laptop bag. To add to my misery, I need to board my bus at 7:15 in the morning which I do manage by running from my place to bus stop. I am not complaining or anything; this at least gives me some sort of work out.
When I finally manage to reach the bus stop and driver opens the bus door and says "good morning" , Instead of greeting him back , I am busy searching for my bus pass . This is not an easy task, different things come out of my bag as if it is an unlimited storage space except the bus pass. Apple which I was supposed to eat the previous day for breakfast, water bottle, muffler, cap, charger, previous day's bus ticket...at last before the person behind me faints of cold, I manage to get the pass out, take a new resolution to arrange everything in order that very evening and take my seat.
Now, about why I am explaining my not so interesting "boarding the bus" story is, here is where I meet lead characters of my story “Choti si Love story”. Now don’t think about that dumb movie in which Manisha Koirala acted and claimed that it was not her. I call this choti si, for two reason ; one ,because the heroine is 14 years old and hero is 19(claims to be) and another being I get to hear it only for 10 minutes or so every day. Please do not think of me as an eves dropper. It is not easy to ignore when someone sitting in front of you talks to someone sitting behind you without even noticing a sleepy eyed/slightly (!) overweight lady in between.
Anyways, getting back to the story, I see this girl “H” everyday in the bus; she gets in a few stops after mine and gets down at her school. She takes a seat behind me most of the time and usually wears thick sweater (you will know the significance of this sweater later on!).
The hero “M” boards the bus at the my stop .For the initial few days started looking at “H” by turning around every now and then (Perfect situation for a song ). Then, “M” comes up with a new plan, he keeps his bag in the seat next to him and removes it only at H’s stop. To his disappointment, she never took that seat (Ladki ka nakhra).
At last, god listened to M’s prayers on Monday when the bus was almost full. H had to sit next to M . M started the conversation and the topic ranged from age, how boring it is to be teenagers ( Ya right! Here we are hoping to remain young), how cool it is to be working and earning etc etc. Just when I thought they would be happy ever after, a third person comes. Let’s call him K (for kabaab mein haddi) , he starts giving gyan to them about difficulties of being a 21 year old.
So M and H keep quiet and listen to him for rest of the journey. Next day , H boards the bus and comes and sits next to M . She was wearing sleeveless shirt(it was at least 50 deg F outside no more poor sweater and a song sequence from me” Sajna hai mujhe ….”) , they start discussing about how uncool twilight series is, how hard it is to be a teenager(looks like this is their favorite topic) by then Mr.K disturbs them again and journey ends .
3rd day, H dressed stunningly sits next to M and learning from their mistake in the earlier cases , exchange their Facebook details before Mr K’s stop. Conversations then revolved around school/physics/mom/sis/bro and K as usual comes and joins the talks.(Perfect love triangle)
After exchanging the FB details, I see that they don’t talk much in the bus these days. They still sit next to each other (good sign), busy with their mobiles (mhh.. messaging each other may be?) . Anyways, looks like everything is going on good for the time being…About Mr.K , he has started disturbing one more lady who has two kids. About me, I still sit in my usual place try not to listen to anyone so that I don’t end up writing their story.