that laid opened on my lap.
“What you wrote there” she inquired.
The silence still covered me. She grabbed it and began to read out softly. She peeked her eyes as she proceeded to read out the words. Her voice softly hissed. Words murmuring out from her soft spoken lips. While in the process she happened to glance at me with deep sighed. She further reads ahead. I could observe her silhouette reflecting from the glass window. She closed the diary. Her face turned away from me. The silence hovered, the heart beat raced faster.
“Keep writing” her voice hissed softly.
I could feel that she had the impact on my words. Every line she read her inner emotions broke out. Her face I could read out. She felt the ache of what I was growing through. All my inner thoughts she could huddle within herself. Her eyes stood silence with deep layers of worldly sorrows. She avoided to look at me for minutes.
“I had no freaking idea I’d meet a guy like you here” her voice shook in deep breath. I managed to charm out a smile.
She glared at me “Why did you love her so much?”.
A question of such trembled me. For a moment I never expected she would claim me such interrogative statement. My face transformed into shabby expression with no hints to reply her back.
“I just don’t know. I loved her” my voice fickle out.
“It’s ok. I understand” said Isha in her consoling tone.
“Will this bus stop anywhere” she squeaked.
“Perhaps, somewhere on the way”.
She handed me her shapeless bottle offering sip of water.
“Drink this water, you look very pale. You’ll be freshen up”.
I wisely took it from her hand and accepted to swallow the liquid.
“How do you feel now” she intended know.
“Well, I’m feeling better”.
“Now stop thinking about her for a while for heaven sake”.
“Alright I’m fine” I added.
She smiled out patting her hand on my head. I dropped my diary back to where it belonged. She took out her handy cam. She pressed some buttons on it and it started to play.
“Hey, check this video out “ she shifted her body slightly closer to me.
“Whose video is that”.
“Well, that’s me and that’s my mom”.
“Wow! You look different”.
“Really” her voiced yelled out loud.
“Yeah!! Different”.
“ I shot this before coming to India. I thought I would be missing Mom for a month” said Isha. I jerked out to put a smile on my face.
“So, what’s about you” Isha brings her interest out in knowing my family.
“Well, I call everyday both my Mom and Dad”.
“Do you have any siblings” Isha flaunted her voice firmly.
“Yes! I’ve two sisters and a brother. What about you”.
“Well, I’m the only one. I miss any one of such call sisters or brothers” she sighed.
“Hey..you didn’t say about your boyfriend” my voice jerked suddenly.
“What” she yelled out.
“I guess, I questioned wrong”.
“Well..no...no..It’s fine. I don’t have anybody. I’m single” she broke out her chubby smile.
The time crossed out to be 12:00am the next day, taking a glance at my wrist watch. And yet our bus travelling with that same inertia from the beginning. The hunger stabbed on everyone’s empty pouch, eagerly waiting for halting at a roadside inn. The highway gradually grooved into silence only the noise of our engine could be feebly heard into our ears. The road seemed haunted with no sign of any head lights coming from the opposite direction. We were speeding much faster now. There was no necessary of blowing horn for granting side as the road laid empty with no wheels crossing us. Isha directed her eye sight towards the television screen.
“Well, I have no idea what the dialogue is being said” she said.
“It’s a typical Hindi film” I squinted.
“Yeah!!! My Mom loves to see such typical Indian Movies”.
“What about you then” I added.
“Well I have no such taste of Indian cinema. I would probably use it for idle hours” she
“What you wrote there” she inquired.
The silence still covered me. She grabbed it and began to read out softly. She peeked her eyes as she proceeded to read out the words. Her voice softly hissed. Words murmuring out from her soft spoken lips. While in the process she happened to glance at me with deep sighed. She further reads ahead. I could observe her silhouette reflecting from the glass window. She closed the diary. Her face turned away from me. The silence hovered, the heart beat raced faster.
“Keep writing” her voice hissed softly.
I could feel that she had the impact on my words. Every line she read her inner emotions broke out. Her face I could read out. She felt the ache of what I was growing through. All my inner thoughts she could huddle within herself. Her eyes stood silence with deep layers of worldly sorrows. She avoided to look at me for minutes.
“I had no freaking idea I’d meet a guy like you here” her voice shook in deep breath. I managed to charm out a smile.
She glared at me “Why did you love her so much?”.
A question of such trembled me. For a moment I never expected she would claim me such interrogative statement. My face transformed into shabby expression with no hints to reply her back.
“I just don’t know. I loved her” my voice fickle out.
“It’s ok. I understand” said Isha in her consoling tone.
“Will this bus stop anywhere” she squeaked.
“Perhaps, somewhere on the way”.
She handed me her shapeless bottle offering sip of water.
“Drink this water, you look very pale. You’ll be freshen up”.
I wisely took it from her hand and accepted to swallow the liquid.
“How do you feel now” she intended know.
“Well, I’m feeling better”.
“Now stop thinking about her for a while for heaven sake”.
“Alright I’m fine” I added.
She smiled out patting her hand on my head. I dropped my diary back to where it belonged. She took out her handy cam. She pressed some buttons on it and it started to play.
“Hey, check this video out “ she shifted her body slightly closer to me.
“Whose video is that”.
“Well, that’s me and that’s my mom”.
“Wow! You look different”.
“Really” her voiced yelled out loud.
“Yeah!! Different”.
“ I shot this before coming to India. I thought I would be missing Mom for a month” said Isha. I jerked out to put a smile on my face.
“So, what’s about you” Isha brings her interest out in knowing my family.
“Well, I call everyday both my Mom and Dad”.
“Do you have any siblings” Isha flaunted her voice firmly.
“Yes! I’ve two sisters and a brother. What about you”.
“Well, I’m the only one. I miss any one of such call sisters or brothers” she sighed.
“Hey..you didn’t say about your boyfriend” my voice jerked suddenly.
“What” she yelled out.
“I guess, I questioned wrong”.
“Well..no...no..It’s fine. I don’t have anybody. I’m single” she broke out her chubby smile.
The time crossed out to be 12:00am the next day, taking a glance at my wrist watch. And yet our bus travelling with that same inertia from the beginning. The hunger stabbed on everyone’s empty pouch, eagerly waiting for halting at a roadside inn. The highway gradually grooved into silence only the noise of our engine could be feebly heard into our ears. The road seemed haunted with no sign of any head lights coming from the opposite direction. We were speeding much faster now. There was no necessary of blowing horn for granting side as the road laid empty with no wheels crossing us. Isha directed her eye sight towards the television screen.
“Well, I have no idea what the dialogue is being said” she said.
“It’s a typical Hindi film” I squinted.
“Yeah!!! My Mom loves to see such typical Indian Movies”.
“What about you then” I added.
“Well I have no such taste of Indian cinema. I would probably use it for idle hours” she
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