My Deepest Regrets #1

I was sitting by the window seat somewhere in the middle row of a local bus, on my way to home. It’s nearly the time. And the bus would start rolling on its wheels in a few minutes. Afternoon heat is scorching me through the window. The air is almost dry. Let’s forget the cool breeze. And I’m sitting alone in the two-seater, my bag in the side-seat. The bus is half-filled. I would look at the faces anxiously, when someone pass-by. It’s not a good idea to not care, when you have a free seat next to you. And I’ve a lot of experience in getting stuck with some I-don’t-feel-comfortable kind of strangers.

Then Edward Cullen popped into my brain. Despite the difficulties of local bus, I still get lost in my own world of fantasies. I can’t help but fall for those untouched and pure dreams. Be it the glittery skies, be it the dark horrors. I get lost in them. No matter how contradictory the reality is, I feel belonged in that world. That world, which is so beautiful and more realistic than the suppose-to-be-real one.

BURP. BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP!

That sound snapped me out of the daydream world. And I saw that teenage boy. He was sucking the last few drops of his Appy Fizz out of the plastic can through a straw. He seemed so desperate in getting them out. With his both hands, he was holding the can. He had a kind of careless look. He doesn’t seem to worry about manners, at the moment. Well, that scene would’ve been disgusting for few. You may think that guy is acting childish. Yeah, it’s a civilized world. Isn’t it?

Now, it’s not one of the civic discussions I was having in my brain, as I saw him. I’ve already been teleported to another place. Another time! Suddenly the memory which I thought was lost in the passage of time, made itself clear. So clear, that I thought I was living it again!

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I was walking beside my Ji (the one who taught me Hindi) and her relative girl. That girl was about 5 years elder than me at least. I was a 9^th grader then. We were returning back to our homes after a week stay in Trichy for my Graduation. Yeah, I was a graduate in terms of Hindi! I could have special privileges then on.

I had a great week. That Sissy was so nice, and a little mean sometimes. That was one of the very few times, I ever left my family and went somewhere alone. I love that kind of weird feeling. The sweetness beneath the loneliness. The alertness underneath the sleep-struck eyes. That was the first time I ever showed my weirdness out to the world. I’ve star gazed many a times. But that was totally different in that few days. A new, special freedom. Of course, it had a price. Let’s not get there now.

Now, yeah, we were walking to the railway station to catch up the train back home. We still had an hour to kill. It’s past two in the afternoon, and we didn’t have lunch yet. So, we went to a nearby shop to get something to eat. And to make my expense less, I just bought a Fruity. And I was not ready to empty it so soon. So, I opened and took little sips. That sister I told you right. She just smacked my Fruity out of my hands and threw it in the track. Well, I was sipping it for about half an hour. So what? 😠 I didn’t really get to drink it fully. There was at least half of it in. Fine. A few little sips. I glared at her. She raised an eyebrow at me. And I shrugged it off as well.

 

But that nearly-unfinished Fruity can never left my mind since. Well this is my deepest regret ever. What would have happened to that left out content? Was that got rotten? Was it…

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TICKET. TICKET.

Ouch, the bus has started moving already. And that conductor was staring at me irritated. I fished out a coin and got my ticket.

And there he was. That teenage boy. He was scrolling across his mobile phone looking lost in it. Well, the bus is still quite not full. And my side-seat is empty. Thank the gods!

Huh. At least he got to empty his Fizz.😐

Regretting,

-Sp-