LONE LOVER IN THE CITY-
By GULNAWAZ SHAIQ AALAM
It wasn’t my usual time to leave the house for college. But I did not make any effort to cover up the time. There were many Autos and the noise of ‘Khanpur-Khanpur’ and ‘Tigri-Tigri’ the two designated routes. The first one is for me ‘Khanpur’ from where I would took the bus towards the new chapter of my life. I had the many options to choose the Auto that day, one was empty offering me to come and choose the seat on my own, other with some passengers. But now I was in hurry for college, so I took the Auto where one seat was remained at that time, for me?
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But at one occasion her eyes meet me in the rear-mirror through the sticker of Indian bride, the shiver chill down my spine. Heart beats running faster, I became numb, so I started looking at the sweet shop felt good and felt shy, I don’t why? Perhaps it just becuase, I still love her.
At that time I wished to ask her again, for a long walk or a talking for a little while so thth I could break the mum and start talking. But but there was something that just stopped me. Guess it was kind of a boundation or the scars of the old memories, a boundary is not made by you or anyone else but me.
Then near the end she said the driver to stop, she deboarded from the Auto and without looking at me, smelt the market. I changed my seat from beside the driver to her seat. Even then the ride is reaching its end.
Bus finally pulled into my stop, bus was running late that day, as well I. My heart was with the lodestar of my life. Sitting behind the driver’s seat, which was the older style of the bus, upgraded, with orange color to brighten the city as rainbow.
Now life seems to me being a bus driver. You have designated routes, with many stops along the way to cherish and nourish, but somehow, the inability to nourish one seems different.