A Day- A Story
I was on my way by train to the Bangalore City . The day was fine. Eagerly awaiting my arrival at home and bringing home pictures in my mid. At last I was free from the cage…. I was alone post Bangalore Cantonment. Reached for the subway and arrivd at th bus station. My throat was dry. It would be a log journey. Pleasantly a couple attracted my attention in the BIAL bus. Ashish Rai … I saw the name on the file on his lap. He was talking to a lady who probably thought that she was the prettiest woman in the world. Dressed in a pink kurta Patiala she wore matching ornaments to give her that pinkish effect which men secretly crave for. The man, Ashish went to the front of the bus and secretly watched the girl on the rear view mirror. What chemistry!!! Each one trying to impress the other by their outlook. How much of genuine interaction worked under the veneer of their best outfits, I wonder. A model or so thought was the next inmate . She had fat but she had