Journey

I was very much dejected and livid because of lost opportunity and was only one not in sync with my batch who were enjoying management verdict.

Durga accompanied me to the bus stop and was also going home by bus which was scheduled later. Luckily, I got a seat next to the window.

As the bus started with its engine sounding like a wounded lion,
Durga waived at me and said, “Happy journey. Take care...Bye“and left.

“Thank you and good bye”, I replied, nodding my head.

I settled with my luggage and was gazing out of the window and was in deep thought.

As the wheels were in haste with engines, my eyes were relishing the nature’s exquisiteness (Hilly terrains). The soft gentle breeze mussed up my hair, caressing my face as it was almost like an angel touch and cooling down my love vehement body. It was first time; I had experienced such a wonderful effect of nature’s energy. It might be the reason of love ka side effect. I was really spellbound and bowled over by the nature’s beauty, the lush green hills and waterfalls. When my watch was geared up her hours needle, the setting sun set sky ablaze. It seemed to farewell to the whole world as it sunk down to the hilly in a lazy manner; as if it never wanted to leave a beautiful exquisiteness. Slowly the whole world caved into deep dark and my heart started beating fast; as if my angle had gone far away from my existence. But I didn’t have any idea why such stupid thinking coming into my mind, but whatever unconsciously my eyes became moist and as soon a bead of water started from my eyes. It won’t stop even though controlling my emotion. Finally when moon cool rays touched the whole world, it became so beautiful with birds songs. It’s really again boost up me.

The streaming water was dabbed it away by my napkin and ventured into the dreamland by closing my eyes.

” what about the earth if there is no mountain and fountain just Like what about me without her”.

I was little bit bewildered about my romantic side in my dreamland.
I had a sound sleep and woke up at my destination. As it was in the wee hrs of the morning managed to get an autorikshaw with much difficulty.,
I reached my home exactly at seven o clock. When I stepped into my home, my parents were surprised and asked bluntly,

“What happen, everything alright or not? Is there any problem in your college?”

Finally I had a chance, after the nonstop questions being fired at me, and explained about the strike. After listening all these stuff, my father just grinned,
” it is also a good experience and boost my morale”.

On the contrary, my mother worried about my career. I assured her that it won’t affect my career, after which she got relaxed and prepared my favourite breakfast.

In the evening, I called to Ranjit (milu) and asked about her.
He replied “don’t worry; I will do something for you”.
“Thanks dear”, I said and hung up.
Before going to bed, I just penned down some words for my beloved


Oh my beloved
Where are you
I searching for you day and night
Where are you?
I asking the love birds
Please search my beloved
Where she is?
Please say me GOD
When, she will come to my heart.

Due to the love overdose I was becoming mercurial and there was swift change in my behaviour as I was living in my own utopia.

My father, master in behaviour study, was very much vigilant regarding my behaviour. I knew that I couldn’t escape him.
Just after two days, he finally asked,” What happen to my son, did u fall in love”.
The question sent jitters down my spine as I was in the view that my dad was very much ignorant about the topic. As there was no place to hide obediently answered all his questions.

It was like a sigh of relief for me as I found much needed support from my parents.
It was the very first time that I was not enjoying “DURGA PUJA” as my heart wandering in her fantasies.

As days passed by, the love drug was spreading rapidly all over the body and I was desperate to alleviate my love pain by sharing my feelings with her.

I was pestering Ranjit every day. Finally he conveyed my trauma and agony to her after which she was willing to meet me again. I was ecstatic and was over the moon thinking about my rendezvous with the angel. After fifteen days of strike, the mgmt pardoned us by accepting written apologies and classes were scheduled to start the very next day.
It felt rejuvenated as I heard this news and wasted no time in booking the ticket.