It was 1:15 pm in the afternoon on 4th of july when I stepped in the bus heading towards Phuntsholing. 15 more minutes were left for the bus to move. I tacked in my small knack shake below my seat, poked the ear phones into my ears and made myself comfortable. But, a group of girls chatting outside the bus, near the door, made me not to play the songs on my playlist. I listened to their talk, no, I looked at them spellbound.
Their conversation revolved around random topics; Party night, making fun of friends and Gedu College. The conversation was flavored with sweet smiles and hearty laughs. One among them amazed me, the other tickled my heart and the rest of them garnished the world around me that afternoon.
The former was the most talkative, quite hefty and she was licking ice-cream in a funny way. How? When she licked the cream her eyes bulged out like a frog! The latter one simply impressed me. She was quiet, kept her face often covered with her soft tender fingers and silky soft hair that dangled along the side. Not much make up but she had applied thin mascara on her curved eyelashes and light red lip-stick on her smooth lips which appeared brightly on her milky white face.
A fellow passenger, a man in his late 30s who was standing behind these sweet distracters, was biting his lips and the look on his watery eyes sensed that he was taking great pleasure looking at this particular girl. I felt like piercing his eyes and mow his lips…because she was so damn beautiful and nobody would like to share anything of such beauty.
The ‘hefty ice-cream licking sweet distracter’ and the ‘lips biting flirting eyed man’ did robe me of few extra minutes out of my poetic journey.
The bus engine roared and there she jumped in. She came…came…and she kept walking towards me…tip toeing, tacking her hair behind her ears and swinging her tender hands and set down next to me gracefully.
I re-adjusted my sitting posture and took a long deep breath just to minimize the flow of hormones that build nervousness. She didn’t say a word. She immediately started arranging her stuffs, often graciously throwing back her soft silky hair with both of her hands or pinning those dancing hair behind her ears with her fingers.
Her hair bushing my face gently, sensuous perfume oozing from her body and those tickling touches by her curvaceous body here and there made my world go blind. I kept squeezing and scrunched myself to make that small seat more spacious for my lady of the day because now I have started falling for her.
I haven’t played the songs on my playlist yet…and now it’s not needed too though I still have the ear-phones pinned in my ears. Why? Because the romantic piece of lyric was sitting next to me and the tune of love was whispering in my heart. It was a happy romantic song that my soul penned down and keeping the ear-phones did serve me a purpose. How?
I suddenly started to stamp my feet, snap my fingers and nod my head gently and glanced at her face occasionally so as not to lead her assume that I am always looking at her. Dude, I pretended listening to music and kept on glancing at her.
Research proves that unlike men, women have 180 degree vision which helps them see what happens in both sides without turning their heads. For me I had to turn my head to see, so…I guess she caught me red handed but I didn’t stop stamping, snapping and occasionally appreciating the beauty with my almost decent eyes.
My almost decent eyes kept circling up – down and down – up with all beautiful thoughts on all those beautiful curves. Sometimes I missed stamping my feet or snapping fingers or nodding my head but I never missed gazing at her.
On that day I realized one more reason on how lucky I am to live in the mountainous country called Bhutan. The sharp and long U turns along the highway proved so electrifying. I mean ‘electrifying’ literarily! The turns made my beautiful fellow traveler reluctantly lean towards me and the half of my body touching her got electrified, charged and what not…I kept wishing for …..Nothing but TURNS….
After a couple of minutes she fell asleep. Slowly she rested her head on my shoulder and I sat there completely motionless. Now I could only see her face and no more… half of her silky soft hair was hanging from my torso, I started feeling the heat of her body and right there I could also hear her heart beating. And each beating of her heart just made me sign differently. OH MY GOODNESS!!
It was raining outside and the window pane was wide open too. I slowly took out my left hand from behind, which had supported both of our body weight ever since, and started playing with the rain drops. I felt so romantic and happy.
I closed the window and turn my head towards her. Slowly I raised my eyes and looked at her milky white face. Had you listen to a musical piece right now the symphony would begin with a low note(when I raise my eyes) and end with a high note (when my eyes meet her lips or eyes and slowly the music subsides when I drop my eyes again).
As I raised my eyes and looked at her face, I watched in slow motion as if I am looking for all the minute details. Her scar less skin, plump cheeks, curvy and dark eyelashes, cut- perfect eye brows, her innocent nose and chin, her sexy red lips, her silky soft hair on my torso and her tender hands next to my lap.
I know, like mine, your heart might not have asked for more but on that fine moment my heart was stroke with a poetic expression. The situation demanded it and the beauty deserved it too. What’s that? “Girls are like cursive handwriting, with elegant curves and beautiful strokes; nice to look at yet equally difficult to understand”.
The destination was approaching and my poor heart only wished that the bus I was travelling keeps on going…until she is asleep and leaning on my shoulder….until she wakes up……and until she opens her eyes only to find me…..a complete stranger.