Each day I asked myself..how come the mornings can be so great? Why I always got up at the first call from my father..?Why I got up 10 minutes early when for all these years I have wished for "5 more minutes"..?For the last 17 years i have hated them(the mornings).
There were days when I had to stand away from her in the bus due to to crowd..saw her standing away from me..struggling with the people for some "space". I hated that.
I was Improving in every aspect now...whether it was punctuality,academics or the attendance.And what more I started buying that 3 rupee ticket.
Finally that day came for which I had never waited for.She got off from the bus..and bus started to move..I had to get off at some distance.When I approached her she smiled and said "mujhe laga bhaiya aaj aage hi chale jaaenge" . Next moment was followed by a mini-heart attack as melancholy sucked me from head to toe. After reaching college I discussed the concerned issue with my friends and was advised to get over it and start afresh.I did that.
Considering the "SPACE" and comfort,we switched over to the chartered bus. Took a longer route and an extra time of 10 minutes{wink}.
A couple of months passed, i thought i was pretty close to her now..learned more and more about her.She was a great at academics, painting and dancing..disliked cricket,mathematics..was asthmatic,her nose and throat were hyper sensitive(thats a different thing that i really liked when her nose turned red due to multiple shots of cold drinks at some marriage functions).I Loved her for everything.
But most important of all I never got to know of how she felt for me.That day too was not far away.
