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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a short story which is not complete yet but will be completed soon. - The meeting at bus stop.

Submitted: January 13, 2018

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Submitted: January 13, 2018



After the long day at college, I was returning home, so tired of course! Well there is no break from it for 3 more years, I thought to myself. The bus stop was so crowded. There was no line, just a mess of people. Some people were just going somewhere, some were talking to each other, and some were arriving at the bus stop with earphones stuck in their ear. The watch on my wrist showed it was already 5:13 pm. No wonder people are in rush to get to their home after a long day of work and I am also one of these people.

The old man to my right was looking at his watch and to the road, at the road and again at his watch, to the right, to the back, to the road and again to his watch. One could clearly know he was in a great hurry.

The real story starts now. I looked to my right, not towards the old man! More right than him. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster. I am not sure how I didn’t had a heart attack at that moment!!! I mean literally, my heart was running so fast. You can’t even imagine that. The reason behind that mini heart attack ‘thingy’ was the person.

That person, how can I describe her! Let’s see, she is a really special person. We studied in the same school almost 5 years before this date. Those eyes, so twinkling. I don’t know whether only I see those eyes glimmering or everyone else does, but my god those eyes!

She has clearly got more chubby than before but no that doesn’t make her look any less beautiful than the first time I saw her. You know what the most beautiful thing is? It is that smile she gives to me every time I see her and I really want her to smile like that to me forever. Well! When I think of it she is also so good at speaking and that has made me so good at listening. If I start, then clearly I can’t stop describing her! So let’s move on to what happened next…..

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