Parallel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Unspoken love while traveling.

Submitted: December 29, 2011

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Submitted: December 29, 2011

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Chapter 1: Strange Encounter
 
ANIT
 
It was my first day at the very first job I was offered after passing out from college. I have always been a mediocre student but somehow I managed to get a good job in Sarojini Nagar, not too far from my home in Sheikh Sarai.

Already running late of time, I skipped breakfast and rushed towards bus stop. I was running madly in the crowded streets and finally reached bus stop. 
 
The moment I stopped to grasp breath by bending down my body like an old hag, I saw a beautiful girl crossing the street. As she walked towards me I regained strength and looked at her deep eyes, her white cheeks were like dove’s feathers, I could feel the aroma of her pink lips from distance, wind was stroking her black hairs and the sunlight was kissing her soft hands. 
 
For a moment if felt like time has stopped, everything was still and as she was walking towards me I just couldn’t focus on anything else. It was not just an eye contact but connection of souls.

I felt like my soul was striving to observe her, to touch her, to talk to her and to be with her. But as she passed by me and walked down the stairs I came back to normal world.
 
It was quite a moment I had. After waiting for a while my bus came and I hopped in. Reaching office late was not an issue, no one reached on time because of the maddening traffic in Delhi. At work I wasn’t able to focus on anything, the only thing running on my mind was that nameless face I saw in the morning.
 
In the evening after office hours I was waiting for bus. It was both hot and humid in the month of July so I thought of waiting for AC Bus. Across the road a bus stopped, some passengers walked down and as the bus moved I saw same girl walking slowly with earphones tucked in.
 
Firstly, I couldn’t believe that I saw her again. May be it was an illusion I thought, but as I rinsed my eyes there she was again looking at me in surprise but then she turned to other side of the road carpeted with yellow seasonal flowers.

The trees of that street sacrificed their flowers so that an angel would come and walk over them to grant them salvation, and there she was. I looked at that view until she disappeared and soon my bus arrived. It was a holy site to watch her walk on that street. 
 
At night I slept thinking about her. I started feeling anxious because I didn’t know when I will see her again. It was a sheer coincidence that I met such a beautiful stranger twice in a day.
 
 
TINA
 
I studied hard for my board’s examination and the result was fruitful. I got admission in a Delhi University college in Sheikh Sarai. It usually takes only half an hour by bus while commuting from my home in Sarojini Nagar to my college.
 
It was Monday 9th July, my first day at college. I was both nervous and excited. Nervous because I didn’t had any friends there and excited because it was a new beginning for me. While traveling in bus, I was observing people from my window seat. I got off the bus after reaching Sheikh Sarai and stood still on the zebra crossing, waiting for the walk signal to go green. 
 
Across the road I saw a boy panting in front of the stairs, maybe he is an asthmatic patient I wondered.
His eyes were fixed on me when I was crossing the road. Being a girl I am used to people staring at me, it’s weird and annoying most of the times. But the way he stared at me was pure. 
 
I tried to take my eyes off him but I couldn’t, his eyes were hypnotic. I walked slowly in order to increase the duration of our eye contact. It felt as if he is controlling me and bringing me closer to him, he succeeded in that. The moment I reached the stairs I took my eyes off him, but I was now mentally and emotionally closer to him all of a sudden.
 
At college I made few friends and by the end of the day I was fed up of introducing myself to every professor. While leaving from college I memorized about the morning incident and laughed over my stupidity.

I knew that I won’t see him again because it is practically impossible to see a guy twice in the overcrowded city of Delhi. So in order to comfort myself I was ready to be called stupid.
 
After a tiring and unusual day I was on my way to home traveling in bus. While listening to songs on my ipod, I was constantly peeking out of the window hoping that I would see the same face again. I walked out of bus after reaching Sarojini Nagar and as soon as the bus left I saw him again.
 
That same boy was standing across the road yet again, this time he was rinsing his eyes. Maybe he is allergic to dust or maybe even he couldn’t believe that he saw me again. I gazed on him for a while in amazement. Both of us were standing in dim light of dusk on separate corners of a parallel road.
 
I started believing in coincidence all of a sudden. I wanted to stay there and look at him for hours without speaking any word but I had to leave. So I turned to the street that goes straight to my home, hoping that if we are really destined to be together then we will definitely meet again.
 
The street was bedded with countless yellow flowers, greeting me with open arms. ‘A good omen’, I said to myself. I deliberately took off my shoes to enjoy every step of the street on such a beautiful evening. While walking barefooted I imagined “what if the unknown boy requested every tree of this street to shed all their flowers especially for me”. 
 
This was one of the most exciting days of my life in past few years. I was desperate to see him again but I was uncertain when that day will come. 
 
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Chapter 2: The Routine
 
ANIT
 
I got up late next morning because I wasn’t able to sleep, I was constantly thinking about her. I rushed towards bus stop and for a minute stared at the place where she was standing yesterday. A bus came out of nowhere and obstructed the view and the moment it left, that nameless girl was standing in front of me for the third time. “Was it a magic bus”, I wondered.
 
Again she crossed the road constantly looking at me and then walked down the stairs. I wished if I could get the power to freeze that moment but that’s not how life is. Life is all about ticking time, the moment that is gone will never be the same again no matter how hard you try to repeat it.
 
With puzzled state of mind I was on my way to office. I was hoping to see her again that evening. After finishing my work at office I hurried to bus stop. I waited for half an hour and my eyes searched for her in every bus, but she wasn’t there. I gave up for the day and waited for my bus to come so that I can finally head towards home.
 
A bus came but I didn’t bother looking at it, anyhow I knew she wouldn’t be there. Suddenly a stroke of wind blew my hair which made me look across the road because it felt like someone is calling me. She stood there gazing on me for ten seconds and then started walking, another brief eye contact that left my heart pounding. After she left I was on my way to home.
 
Couple of days passed in the same format, nothing changed. We both looked at each other and never uttered a word. Then came the never-ending Sunday, those 24 hours felt like eternity and the passage of time was moving at snail’s speed. Monday was special once again and this became our daily routine for three more weeks.
 
One morning dark clouds gathered, as if they were indicating that something is going to happen today. Thanks to my mother for convincing me to carry an umbrella that particular day. She was crossing the road and I was drowning in the depth of her eyes. She was looking extraordinarily beautiful today, like dew drop on rose petals.
 
With her eyes fixed on me, she smiled. I was stiff, my forehead was shivering in nervousness but there was no expression on my face except for my eyes constantly gazing her. I don’t know why I was being so stupid but I just couldn’t control anything, it was all so sudden. Her smile instantly converted to a frowned face when I didn’t replied back with a smile. As she left I started hating myself for what I did.
 
She initiated with a smile but I didn’t pay any heed to it. “I have to sort out this situation today no matter what it takes”, I said to myself while sitting at the bus stop.
 
TINA
 
While standing in front of the mirror next morning I saw an unusual gleam of beauty on my face. I couldn’t remember what I dreamt of but I believed that in my dream the nameless boy would have fondled my face with his fingers.
 
While traveling down to college I had an intuition that he would be standing there waiting for me. The moment I stepped on the zebra crossing again and looked straight, he was standing exactly at the same location as yesterday. His eyes very well expressed that he was waiting for me to cross the road and pass by him, or maybe it was just on my mind because I wished if it was in real.
 
After reaching the stairs I took my eyes off him and closed them for a while. I wanted to know that whether I am able to imagine his face with closed eyes, yes I was. After seeing him for the third time I knew that I will meet him again that evening.
 
I got stuck in jam while on my way to home in the evening and the worst part was that I reached Sarojini Nagar half an hour late. I thought I won’t be able to see him now but I was surprised to see him there looking in some other direction. It appeared that he is waiting for bus. I stood there for a while hoping that he would turn but he didn’t.
 
I closed my eyes and said “please look at me, I am right here”. When I opened my eyes he turned. A stroke of wind acted as my messenger and whispered my message in his ears. It was magical to see him turn towards me. Since then I started believing that when you call someone by heart your voice will be heard.

I was startled and stood there for a while, after I got a grip over my senses I started walking towards my home.
 
This continued for couple of weeks except for Sundays. I wished if I could go back in time and remove Sunday from the history of calendar.
 
One pleasant morning I made my mind to initiate with a smile, maybe because he was shy of taking an initiation or maybe because I was curious to be with him.
 
I was nervous while walking down the road that day but I summoned all my strength and smiled. He didn’t give any reaction, I was embarrassed to death. I took my eyes off him and tried to escape in shame.
 
I was being stupid to live in a fairytale world from past few weeks, I thought. He didn’t like me else he would have smiled back, I said to myself. Maybe my face reminded him of someone else. A tragedy struck my life on such a wonderful day where I was left with despair as my companion.
 
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Chapter 3: The Separation
 
ANIT
 
I skipped office that day so that I can travel all the way down with her in the evening. I wanted to apologize by striking a conversation with her. The only thing running on my mind was to initiate from my end after that morning incident.
 
I waited for her at the bus stop for hours, until it was evening. I was nervous and tensed but it wouldn’t have helped me in any way. So, I gathered courage within and started feeling confident enough to face her. But the moment she came at the bus stop I started feeling uneasy. 
 
She was surprised to see me at first but the very next moment she ignored me. I followed her with shivering knees and walked inside the bus. She was sitting on a window seat and I was standing towards her right.
 
I wasn’t able to make eye contact with her in the bus. When she looked at me I looked away and the moment I looked at her she turned away. This went continuously during the entire bus journey. I couldn’t believe that I am the same person who wouldn’t take his eyes off her.
 
I have always preferred traveling in bus rather than Delhi Metro and now I have got another reason for the same. This was for the first when I even started liking traffic jam of Delhi. It’s true that when you are in love you start liking everything and observe something beautiful in even ugliest things. That’s the power of love.

My heart started pounding as we were about to reach Sarojini Nagar. I gave her way to go in front and this is when our eyes met. We were so close that I felt her heart beats.
 
She walked in front to ask driver for stopping the bus and I followed her. I stood right behind her so that I could strike a conversation. I saw her adjusting hair over the top of ear. A golden chain on her pearl white neck reminded me of glorious sunrays stretching out from behind a cloud.
 
The bus stopped she walked out and looked at me, I was still standing inside. Her eyes expressed how much she wanted me to come out of the bus but I was chained with fear that I had inside. I desperately wanted to walk out of the bus and hold her in my arms but I couldn’t.
 
The doors got closed, my eyes fixed on hers and hers on mine. The bus started moving and I started hating myself even more. I stood there with lowered head and nowhere to go.
 
TINA
 
The depression I was dealing with that day made me unbearably sad. I wasn’t able to focus on studies and the incident from morning haunted me for rest of the day. All my dreams began to shatter and all my hopes were on a verge to scatter. I won’t be able to look him in eyes, I thought.
 
I walked to bus stop after college. I was enthralled to see him sitting at the bus stop. He looked at me but I avoided in order to hide my curiosity. I walked inside the bus and he followed me, I felt that he is up to something.
 
I usually liked traveling in Delhi Metro but now I loved traveling in bus. I believe that love makes you a completely different person, the whole world seems beautiful.
 
He was standing towards my right but he was afraid to make eye contact with me. I felt his eyes on me when I was peeking out of the window and when I looked at him he started looking somewhere else.
 
My boat of hope that was sinking started floating again. The traffic jam gave us more time to be together. I truly believed that he will talk to me and this very thought made me joyful.
 
We were about to reach Sarojini Nagar, so I stood up and he gave me way to walk through. That’s when our eyes finally met. It was hard for me to take my eyes off him because after three weeks I was addicted to it.
 
I walked to the front door of the bus and his steps followed me. Even though I didn’t turn back, I knew that he was standing behind me observing me. Standing in front of the door every breath he exhaled slightly touched my hairs and left a tantalizing impact inside me.
 
The bus stopped, I walked out hoping that he would follow me. While standing on the road I turned towards him but he didn’t walked forward. He stood still inside the bus with his never-ending gaze. A transparent wall between him and me distanced us as the bus started moving.
 
I made a fool of myself yet again, with all those dreamy worlds. Maybe he was headed to somewhere else or maybe it was by chance that we walked in the same bus. Loneliness burdened my shoulder and I barely moved. I kept watching the bus until it disappeared from my vision.


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Chapter 4: Closer
 

ANIT

 
I abused myself for lack of courage that I showed. I failed to express my love for her yet another time. The bus was moving at its usual speed, suddenly the sky brightened up for a moment with a thunder strike followed by thunderous sound after couple of seconds. I looked up at the sky and it started raining.
 
The continuous thunder strikes made me think that what if she is still waiting for me there, what if she is getting all wet in this rain hoping that I would come back. I begged driver to stop the bus in middle of the road.
 
I jumped off the bus and started running in opposite direction towards the bus stop where I left her. As I saw her from distance all soaked up in the rain, I reduced my pace. I was both happy and sad. Happy to see her there because it expressed how much she loved me and sad because I knowingly kept her waiting. It was a perfect amalgamation of these two emotions that defines our life.
 
I again ran towards her with all my strength and stopped in front of her. She looked at me, her eyes were wet with tears. I smiled and so did she. I took out the umbrella from my bag and held it above her head.
 
I was getting wet in the rain and her eyes were fixed on me. She kept her hand on mine and moved towards me so that we could share the umbrella. Even though it was raining, the smoldering fire of love inside our heart ignited with all its ferocity.
 
TINA
 
I punished myself for being so stupid and carried away yet another time. I pinched myself tight but its pain was nothing comparable to what I was feeling from inside. Physical pain can be dealt with but emotional pain completely breaks down the soul and torments us from inside.
 
I wanted to shout loud and scream out but I couldn’t. Clouds shared their grief with me with thundering and it started raining. I stood still in the rain with sky as my shelter. I didn’t moved because I wanted this rain to wash away all my sorrows, so that I can be the same person that I was three weeks ago.
 
Suddenly out of nowhere that nameless boy came and stood in front of me. Seeing him at that moment brought tears to my eyes and as they fell, it intertwined with the rain drops. Those were tears of joy.
 
He smiled and so did I. Even though we didn’t utter any word until now, there was so much we were talking about through our eyes and smile.
 
He took out an umbrella from his bag and held it above my head. This was for the first time in my life when someone else was holding an umbrella for me. He was soaking wet in the rain and I was soaking in love that his eyes expressed.
 
I kept my hand on his and took the umbrella over his head. I moved closer to him and started walking in the street. I wondered that this wouldn’t have happened had I walked back to home that day. If we were meant to be together we would have, sooner or later.

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“They shared first monsoon rain of the year by walking together under same umbrella. The parallel lives they were living from past few weeks finally united that night. What they both didn’t know about each other until now was their names. ANIT and TINA, even their name had a connection within if you read it backwards.”


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