THE BUS WINDOW – Short Story of College
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I am standing in that same bus stand with my father. He is staring at the street dog who is just standing next to him and grumbling-
“You see this dog has a great life, he eats anything around, he moves anywhere he wants, he barks any time he wants, he is just so relieved “.
I remark his words and think about the situation around. Its a high tide moment, off course, the admission procedure, the Carrier decisions, people call it the life changing choice. I didn’t make it anywhere but I still have faith. We walk along the road and reach a certain distance, there comes the bus, I climb in it and take a window seat. Usually when I am with my father he makes me sit with him.
Its raining less, lousy climate, I am staring out the window, I am thinking about my friends, I didn’t call them, I don’t know what choices they have made, so I just see out and let the cold wind pass through my face.I am right now in a upsetting, unwanted, undesirable, unacceptable, saddening state. I don’t know where am I going to land up or what is going to happen to me but I will be proud enough to say that I had some really special moments of my life with me to keep me going on.
I still remember the place where me and my friends giggled, joked , laughed and that every special time with them made me realize the best time of my life. I still have those sweet memorable pictures of us. Our happy time, our mac Donald mania, our treats, our birthday special, our depressing moments, our fights. I have learnt from you guys how to be strong and the most important thing I have learnt UNITY. I even remember myself getting insulted by others or falling in front of the whole class and I remember how you stood for me when I was all alone.
How can I forget those days? I am lucky that I had the best days with you. I don’t need a camera to capture those moments but my brain is enough to remember those days, those conversation, those support, had a part of my life. Someday we will sit together and talk about those days and laugh out loud.But now I am just coming out of it because I know those days wont come back but all will remain just a memory.
We reach the station and get back to our work, my father and me reach the allotted destination, we fill the forms , pay the fees and I look at the crowd over there would I fit in here, are they just like me, would they accept me with what I am ? Life is a competition, every one is running, caring about themselves, even I had to get use to it, learn it . I don’t know what’s going to come but I am moving on. I and father are moving out of the college, we reach the station he is teaching me how to get along with the train. We climb in the train, let me tell you, gents compartment where I am the third female traveller with the other two .
We reach near our Kandivali station, I get down and pass through that mac Donald’s and give a silent smile. I reach that station bus stop where we sat, laughed after our class left, called the professors as they passed our way and loudly applauded our teachers. Our teachers would give us the biggest glare ever and way their hands to us. Out of the class they were very friendly but inside the class they had to do their work. I am waiting for the bus so I can reach home as soon as possible. This time I take the back seat of the bus, again with my father and I am looking at the place we use to sit and sing the happy songs. I cant help but stare at those streets passing through. I am spotting our gourmand spots where we use to hog in all the food stuff available. I reach my bus stop, I mean our bus stop where there is a vendor where we use to eat hot idli’s and maindhu vada, who during the rainy season collects rainwater passing through his roof and adds it to his delicious sambar. I still don’t complain for that but we still loved it. Now I am passing through the lane which takes me to my house and I am completely blank for no reason. I had to go home list some more colleges.
I am standing at the same “OUR” bus stop and waiting if any one of you friends meet me. I know that we have taken different options in life or moved out of this small town but i wish you all the best for your lives where ever you are or in any conner of the world i know your doing your best.I hope after many year’s we might meet and recollect those days of our lives. Those unforgettable days……
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