I saw all the boys staring at her as she was very beautiful in her blue denim jeans, black top and matching sandals. Everything looked so perfect on her that it seemed as if they had been manufactured only for her. She had a small beauty spot on her clear, unblemished visage. Her eyes were the kind poets describe in their poems and her long, curly hair enhanced her beauty. The fragrance of her perfume pervaded the whole bus.
At first, she looked a bit confused and was not able to move a single step ahead as she saw everyone gazing at her. “Come here,” was what Fattu was saying as he signaled to her but I didn’t make too much of it at first, because I, too, was among those who were confusing her.
“Yes, Sir,” she said very politely with the most beautiful smile in the world and her melodious voice touched my ear drums for the first time. “I am going to kill you, you bastard,” I said under my breath at the thought of how Fattu could call my babe to sit with him.
“Sit,” he said, signaling towards the empty seat near me and all my thoughts towards my sweet friend changed with the signal of his hand. I moved aside for her and she took the window seat.
“Good Morning, Sir,” she wished me, showing me her beautiful smile for the second time. I was lost in her until she wished me again, probably to wake me from my dream.
“Good Morning, Sir,” she wished me for the second time.
“Ya, ya, good morning,” I replied and noticed my heart was beating at more than its normal speed.
“How come you know that I am your senior?” I asked. It was probably the worst question that could be asked and I remembered the tips I had got from my love guru, Asheesh. The first thing to do is to extol the beauty of the girl.
“Sir, actually my brother who came to drop me passed out from our college last year. He told me about the I-card ribbon code of the college. As you are wearing a red one it means you are a second year student, right na?” she said with a hint of excitement.
I saw Fattu busy eaves dropping on our chat and the whole bus was trying to get a look of her but I was blocking the view for some of them. Suddenly, my cell beeped twice, indicating a text message. It was from Asheesh. He knew very well that I could do anything in the world but couldn’t talk to girls. It said, “Say something about her looks, beauty, dress.” After reading it, I turned and smiled at him. “Thanks. Keep on helping,” I texted back but as soon as I sent it off the phone beeped again. “What’s her name?” He knew I was an idiot when it came to girls but didn’t expect to be so big a one that I hadn’t even asked her name.
“Hey, what’s your name?”
“Simran…. Simran Kaur and my friends call me Simmi,” she replied again with the same grin on her face. I was again lost in it but another beep broke through my dream. “Why are you making her uncomfortable? Just do what I said…”
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At first, she looked a bit confused and was not able to move a single step ahead as she saw everyone gazing at her. “Come here,” was what Fattu was saying as he signaled to her but I didn’t make too much of it at first, because I, too, was among those who were confusing her.
“Yes, Sir,” she said very politely with the most beautiful smile in the world and her melodious voice touched my ear drums for the first time. “I am going to kill you, you bastard,” I said under my breath at the thought of how Fattu could call my babe to sit with him.
“Sit,” he said, signaling towards the empty seat near me and all my thoughts towards my sweet friend changed with the signal of his hand. I moved aside for her and she took the window seat.
“Good Morning, Sir,” she wished me, showing me her beautiful smile for the second time. I was lost in her until she wished me again, probably to wake me from my dream.
“Good Morning, Sir,” she wished me for the second time.
“Ya, ya, good morning,” I replied and noticed my heart was beating at more than its normal speed.
“How come you know that I am your senior?” I asked. It was probably the worst question that could be asked and I remembered the tips I had got from my love guru, Asheesh. The first thing to do is to extol the beauty of the girl.
“Sir, actually my brother who came to drop me passed out from our college last year. He told me about the I-card ribbon code of the college. As you are wearing a red one it means you are a second year student, right na?” she said with a hint of excitement.
I saw Fattu busy eaves dropping on our chat and the whole bus was trying to get a look of her but I was blocking the view for some of them. Suddenly, my cell beeped twice, indicating a text message. It was from Asheesh. He knew very well that I could do anything in the world but couldn’t talk to girls. It said, “Say something about her looks, beauty, dress.” After reading it, I turned and smiled at him. “Thanks. Keep on helping,” I texted back but as soon as I sent it off the phone beeped again. “What’s her name?” He knew I was an idiot when it came to girls but didn’t expect to be so big a one that I hadn’t even asked her name.
“Hey, what’s your name?”
“Simran…. Simran Kaur and my friends call me Simmi,” she replied again with the same grin on her face. I was again lost in it but another beep broke through my dream. “Why are you making her uncomfortable? Just do what I said…”
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