Still waiting

Otso: I don't know why it always starts from a station

Popteus: What?

Otso: Just thoughts!

Tpravus: What sort of thoughts?

Otso: Everything! everything is about me and station. Sometimes I'm trying to get there, sometimes I'm in the train; and sometimes I'm just waiting for the train.

Tpravus: And where does it all end?

Otso: It never ends

Popteus: Why?

Otso: I don't know, maybe because I never got there!

Tpravus: Maybe it's just a beginning

Otso: Yeah, true! maybe ... it's just a start; and maybe I'm just waiting for the right train

Friends Request!

I remember when the whole school used to be edgy and fluttery with narrowing crunch-time-exam-days. Everyone rushing around to one another for notes, answers, suggestions, etc etc.

There I was, with bagpack clamped behind, pile of scrap notes clasped underneath my arms; and my geeky-look dodging people around in the longest, plus, the busiest hallway of campus.

Halt! in the middle of the whole tiptoe scrambling of people ... I stopped. Though I never bothered to think why I stopped, but I certainly knew where I was looking towards.

Her naive smile, as she glanced away talking to her friends; I stood there watching her. Maybe she didn't have the best hairdo in the world - but for the moment, they seemed perfect, as they seem to cover her face slightly.

Dressed all white, elegant, with a Frenchify chic high-collar shirt and flared trouser couldn't have made her look any better. Soon as she moved her hair back, she saw my eyes pondering; and frantically I looked away feigning.

Sadly, I never saw her again! Even today I wonder; what would've happened if I kept looking at her? - and sadly, I ponder beyond imagination!