Nikhil Saikia

Drama

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Nikhil Saikia

Drama

Imaginary Girl

Imaginary Girl

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In a hot humid day, generally, a person doesn’t prefer a non-ac bus to commute. But, that day I just jumped into the bus and took an aisle seat on the right side. The gentle breeze through the window was pleasant enough to make me lazy.

“Excuse me”, Yes I clearly heard those two words. I just stepped out of the seat making room for the girl to take the window seat adjacent to me. Maybe I know this face. She splashed a smile. Many a time it happens to me when I wanted to talk, my throat dried out, when I tried to recall, my mind blacked out, and at that time, I just wanted to hear her voice once more. She was like an unknown soul with a known face to me, a stranger with a known face. But time never stops to clear your throat before starting a conversation. I could never clear my throat, neither I started the conversation. The girl stepped out of the bus and the bus resumed. It’s so disturbing for me, how a small step out of the bus can make a huge distance. I wish I could have a conversation.

Suddenly I felt something weird when the bus hits the speed-breaker with considerable speed. What was that? I was not seated on the window seat. Some memories don’t have a tense, they are always with you, as part of your soul. They can peep into your life anytime, anywhere. But who cares as long as they are beautiful. Maybe it was imagination or creation of my subconscious mind. But why those creations are always fascinating than reality. Maybe my memories are the part of my life that I conceive rather I believe. At that point, I felt lucky I don’t have dreadful memories to haunt me like that. Otherwise, the mind can be very cruel considering its capacity to make you relive those memories over and over and over again.


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