Encounter With True Love by Sonali Pradhan

I didn’t want to miss my usual bus today, yet again. I was grabbing every piece of my belonging which had surprisingly sprung out of my bag, which had landed on the nearby chair last night after I had given it a hearty flight. I try so hard to reach my destination at the specified and the decided time every morning yet fail at it every day, relentlessly. Today was yet another attempt trying to save the embarrassment to thyself.

I rush out of my home and reach the bus stop. I had the reached the stop just seconds before the bus arrived. I smiled and felt a sense of accomplishment. I get on and immediately find a vacant seat and grab it opportunistically. Next seat was occupied by a frail looking in his late twenties person, who did not have a pleasing personality but had comfortably occupied the seat. I pulled out my earphones from my now sorted tote bag and escaped in a world of music.

I arrive at my destination and notice the boy seated next to me getting up to descend at the same very stop. We alight the bus and head our way in different directions. As the day progresses I forget about my every morning struggle to reach my art class. I was in the creative field and people around me weren’t stickler to a daily disciplined schedule. It made me look   not-unusual around these souls. I get home dead tired and desperate to doze off, I fall asleep as soon as I land on my dearest bed.