...He Couldn’t Say A Proper Bye
...He Couldn’t Say A Proper Bye
“Please, Please Please lock me with my head facing towards her, Please.” The Hero Honda Passion was praying as the person riding it was about to park the vehicle below the housing complex parking lot. He had seen his crush, the pristine white Honda Activa parked in the same parking lane.
The Bike could forever keep on looking at the beautiful scooter as long as it was parked. He was mesmerized by the beauty of the creation adjacent to him.
Thankfully the owner parked him the way he wanted. His prayers were answered, he thought. This time he was very close to his lady love with no other vehicle in between them and couldn’t thank the heavens enough that she was also facing him.
“Hi,” He while gathering all the courage spoke to her for the first time.
“Hey, how are you?” The Activa replied back making his day.
“My name is Sunny.” He said, that was the name the sticker said on the hood of the Passion.
“I am Shruti”. She replied back smilingly.
“I know that. Hi Shruti.” He couldn’t believe they were talking.
“I see you staring at me all the time.”
“Ohh, am I, I am sorry, I will not...ermm.” The Bike didn’t expect her to say that and was worried if she would think of him as a stalker.
“No, Its fine, I am not offended, don’t worry.” She knew he was embarrassed and assured him. She liked him too.
“Did you have your food?” He asked.
“Yes, a tankful.” She answered gleaming.
“I am famished all the time, never have seen above the reserve levels."
“Ohh, I am sorry to hear that.” The bike saw genuine care when she said that.
They spoke at length until the owner of the Activa rode her to reach her tuition classes. A silent “Bye” was exchanged between the both. The bike wished that no other vehicle gets parked near him until she comes back.
She came back unusually soon, dragged by a crying Shruti.
“Hey, what happened, did you hurt yourselves?” The side view mirror of the Activa was all cracked and the rod bent, saree guard dented.
“Ohh yeah, had a small accident, I fell down. Shruti also got hurt, she is still crying.” The Activa recounted the mishap to him.
“OMG, did you hurt yourself anywhere else?” The bike asked her very worryingly.
“I don’t think so, I could’nt start up immediately, you did see they dragged me till here, guess the doctor is on his way.” The owner had called the mechanic to check the scooter.
“I don’t think there should be a major issue, you will get well soon.” The bike was somewhere pleased inside that she will be nearby and they can talk to each other now before she gets fixed and good to be rode again.
The mechanic had opened up the scooter and rose from the ground to talk to Shruti’s father after assembling it back.
“Sir, nothing major has happened, I need to take it to the garage, a few parts need to be changed, some internal parts have got damaged, I will return it back tomorrow.” They both heard the mechanic saying it to Shruti’s father.
“Didn’t I say, it will not be anything serious, the doctor looks an able guy.” The relieved bike said that to the smiling Activa. Both were waiting for the father to nod his head and pay him.
“No, Kailash, Shruti is very shocked and is adamant on not riding it again, I want you to sell this to the first buyer you find, I am getting her a new and more reliable bike, here take the keys,” Shruti’s father said to an amused Kailash.
He wasted no time, didn’t engage in any more conversation, put the key in the keyhole and dragged Shruti away at the next moment thinking and chuckling “Bade logon ki Badi baatein”(Things rich people do).
Sunny was shell shocked. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing and what had just happened. His world stood shattered. Everything unfolded so swiftly that he couldn’t say a proper bye…!!!!