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"What the hell now?!" He muttered and jumped out of his blue convertible which jerked to a halt.
He glanced at the punchured tyre and groaned, running a hand through his hair.
"No,no, no,no,no,no, please no.!" He exclaimed dramatically.
He looked at his watch.
"Only twenty minutes to 9." He shouted.
"My internals are going to start at 9!" He said to no one in particular.
He dialled Rizwan.
"Bro. My car turned to ba a traitor. I am going to be late."
"Chill bro, where are you? Take a bus or taxi."
"I don't know which one to take!"
As Rizwan guided him, he retrived his backpack from the backseat.
A car behind him honked.
He looked at it.
"Aage badhoge bhi ki tumhare liye phool bhichau?" Said a gruff voice.
"Phool bhicha lejiye. Aage badhne ki koi gunjaish nai hai." He retroted.
He could feel the glare on him and he shrugged nonchalantly and walked to what he hoped was a taxi stand, dialling toll services.
"Kaka, taxi kaha se milega?" He asked a chai vala.
"Ye bus stand hai babu." The kaka replied.
"Taxi ke liye aapko yaha se aage tak chalkar vahe se right marna hoga. Vaha tumhe ek post box dikhega."
He glanced at the post box besides the bus stand and at another one a few miles away.
"Uss post box ke vaha par mat rukhna. Vaha se left lena. Vaha tumhe ek peepal ka ped dekhega."
"Uh-" his face drew a blank.
"Aur vaha se sidha chaloge to station ayega. Vaha se taxi pakar lena."
He dropped the idea of a taxi and asked
"Xaviers jane vali kaunsi bus hai?"
"Oh, Xaviers. Toh beta tum galat disha jaa rahe hon. Voh peepal.ke pedh se sidha chalo. Vaha ek bus stop ayega. Vaha se pakad lena."
"Kya voh bus yaha nai aati?"
"Aati hai na."
He sighed.
"Toh kaka, voh bus ka number kya hai?"
"Toh vaise bolo na beta. Yaha se 61 ya 68 pakro."
"Shukriya kaka" he mumbled and sat on the bench waiting for the bus.
He took out his earphones from his jean pocket.
It seemed to have mated again.
He unravelled them and plugged it in his ears and turned up the volume.
That is when he saw her
She was wearing a white button down shirt with leggings, her hair in a bun, glasses perched on her nose which was buried into a book.
It must have been her routine, he supposed because she sidestepped a puddle absent mindedly.
He stared at her.
What made her look so pretty? He thought.
He must have seen girl prettier than her. So what was it about her that appealed to him the most?
She came and sat on the same bench as him.
His heart started palpitating.
She looked from her book, the title of which he couldn't read.
He took of his earphones.
"Assalam walekum kaka" she said to the tea vendor.
"Walekum assalam bitiya" the tea vendor said.
Gosh, her voice is so sweet! He thought.
"Aaj ke imtehaan ke liye shubhkamnaye bitiya"
Aaj ke what ke liye what now? He thought.
"Shukriya kaka" she said in that sweet voice of hers.
Her eyes glanced at him.
He knew he was a goner then.
He shifted his gaze on the railing, feeling hot.
Her eyes refused to leave his mind.
"Babu, tumhari bus aa gayi." He heard the kaka's voice.
He snapped out of his daze and stood up, glancing beside him.
Where was she? He thought panickly.
"Babu, tumhari bus."
He ran along and hopped upon.
The conductor frowned and reached for the rope.
The bell tinged.
As he pushed forward, his heart leapt at the sight of her sitting on the bus.
And there was an empty seat besides her.
He went forward and plonked his ass down.
"Kutthe?" The conductor asked.
"Kya?"
Was he cursing him?
"Kutthe? Kidhar jana hai?"
"Uh, Xaviers"
He looked expectently at Zain and zain looked blankly at him.
"Paise? Tumhari baap ki gaadi hai kya?"
Flushing again,he handed a hundered ruppee note to the conductor.
The conductor sighed.
Zain got a feeling that the fellow did not like him that much.
He heard a soft giggle beside him.
He looked at her.
"Change" she mouthed at him.
He looked at his clothes confused.
She sighed and fished out a ten ruppee note and handed it to the conductor.
He smiled at her.
Zain did not like that one bit.
The bus conductor handed him a ticket and a one rupee coin.
He looked at her. "I am sorry. I have never travelled by bus before."
"Its ok." She said simply.
"I owe you though"
"Ten rupees doesn't matter." She said.
He was about to rebuke when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
He looked questioningly at a large lady who had two handbags slung across her shoulder.
She was too, looking at him expectantly.
"What now?" He murmered.
"Striyasathi" she pointed a fat finger adorned with rings at the sign above the seat.
Of whatever knowledge he had of hindi, he knew stri means lady.
So he obligingly got up before he could be smashed to pulps.
And the lady in question looked like she could throw a mean hook.
He got jostled about in the crowd and when he somehow managed to push through and get off the bus, he realised that he did not even know her name.
Glancing at his watch, he broke into a run. He was going to be late.
And as her eyes.flashed through his mind once again, he knew that there was a high chance he would flunk.
But all he cared for was her name.
Which he was determined to find.
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Index
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