Backside...

Leaving the country was tough… he thought!

He couldn't stop frowning…4 yrs back he felt sad of leaving…

Now, he felt like an outsider…

The sweaty feel, the bumpy road, the cacophony and everything in the public bus was testing his patience…

The laptop bag was slipping from his shoulder again with another jerk and he decided to leave the midway and take a cab….

The journey from the middle of the bus to the doorway seemed never ending!

He was swearing silently just when he saw her….

He knew that floral print…

He knew that curly hair…

He knew…he felt he just knew.

He stopped!!

He watched her from behind, talking over the phone…

He heard her saying his name to somebody…

HIS NAME!!! What the…….

He took a step forward…and another one…

She got up, managing her floral kurta…

And he saw her face!!

It wasn’t her…

He took the step back…and smiled!!

It was never her…

Not now, not 4 yrs back…never…ever…
That known pang in the chest...But....

With that pang in the heart…the crowded bus suddenly felt comfortable…