Prologue

My ears cocked up as soon as i heard the bus growl to life in the distant.

I urged him to walk faster but as usual he maintained his pace .I knew that if I missed this bus then I would have to stay put another day, which I didn’t intend to.

So, I cursed him under my breath and tugged at the bag that we both carried and tried to sprint. The bag which carried my possessions of this semester thwarted this attempt. I realized it was heavier than what I expected it to be. He signalled me to wait by putting his hand in the air. I waited for a few seconds.

Then I realized that he wouldn’t increase his pace .I mouthed some expletives, and again took off in the direction of the bus.

The bus was about to leave when I reached the bus stand tired ,out of breath and still cursing him. With one hand I  lifted my bag into the bus and  got into the bus with the other. I ignored the cursing driver and a few passengers who had just viewed my acrobatics and tried to locate him. He had been a few meters away when I had last seen him but now he was nowhere in sight. The conductor urged me to take a seat .

I nodded my head in agreement. He was still nowhere around. I cursed myself for having given him the laptop bag. I shouldn’t have trusted him.

Suddenly the bus came to an abrupt halt. I grabbed the handle on the conductor’s seat  in order to stop myself from falling.

WHAT NOW.

As I tried to regain my balance I saw him standing in front of the bus smiling sheepishly. Ignoring the cursing conductor he entered the bus and handed over me my bag. i playfully punched him the stomach, we shook  hands and then embraced each other. It was a scene out of the Bollywood movies of the 80s.

I soon realized that if we continued with our melodramatic drama, we both would be thrown out of the bus.so I bade him to get off the bus and he hurriedly got off.

I now turned myself towards the rear side of the bus and located a window seat. I hurried towards the seat while my eyes tried to locate him. He was standing near the chaiwala where we usually had our morning tree. He was still smiling I noticed.

As the bus gathered speed. I looked at him for one last time and with my hand gave him a salute(not the military one, mind you).

I settled down in my seat and closed my eyes.

Where would I again get to meet a guy like him.

A guy like DEKA…………..

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