Friday, February 10, 2017
Thursday, February 2, 2017
"WINDOW SEAT"
As usual after the college my friends and I boarded the bus with a
fruit salad plate in our hand which we rushed to buy seconds before. It was
unusually crowd and only I got to sit, in my favorite last window seat(conductor
seat), that day we were actually having fun and that mood just reflected in the
bus like people looking at us might think "these girls are acting
weird". Unmindful of those I wanted to share the fruit pieces with the guy
sitting near me, he politely denied it. He looked young,dusky and in his early
twenties. He had a broad,deep and kind smile when he looked at me. On top of
all he din't see me weird. Then I put on my earphones and in between we
girls were having some conversation in sign language , laughing aloud, passing
mobiles and all those common things.
When it is only 4 kilometers away from my place , the guy started the conversation asking whereabouts and whatabouts and it was my turn and now I noticed something "his hand" its not a real hand its a leather setup! He noticed that I noticed and said " I am returning from Ganga hospital after fixing this hand, its been a while (8 months) since I lost my hand and thats an unfortunate industrial accident in salem and I'm a BE graduate" . There was a deep seated pain but a really broad smile and a matured mindset of handling this situation .All I had to say him is " Can I touch that hand?" he smiled. Then he said this thing " you all look so happy, just enjoy your life like this."
When it is only 4 kilometers away from my place , the guy started the conversation asking whereabouts and whatabouts and it was my turn and now I noticed something "his hand" its not a real hand its a leather setup! He noticed that I noticed and said " I am returning from Ganga hospital after fixing this hand, its been a while (8 months) since I lost my hand and thats an unfortunate industrial accident in salem and I'm a BE graduate" . There was a deep seated pain but a really broad smile and a matured mindset of handling this situation .All I had to say him is " Can I touch that hand?" he smiled. Then he said this thing " you all look so happy, just enjoy your life like this."
I'm still figuring out what was in his mind. Probably he remembered his college days were he had so many friends to laugh, hug and make fun of, about the bikes and cars he loved riding, about the fights, about the food they had cursed in hostel, about his girlfriend whom he texted all night and may be he is dying inside and wants to cry aloud may be more. I know no words of compromise will do any better . I invited him to my college telling him my name and department. With the bus already reaching my place and getting down it just striked I did not even ask his name.
I wish I meet him again and talk to him beyond his hand and its not out of sympathy but for the reason that he dint see us weird when everyone else did.
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