Imagine the bus stop like this |
It was mid
September. And Kolkata was much crowed due to upcoming Durga puja. I was
waiting for the second bus as I missed the first one due to some work in
school. Yes I’m Divya Mukharjee, a school teacher by profession. The breeze
blowing on the bridge was the only relief for my exhaustions.
After the
waiting of ten more minutes I got my bus. I looked around, as I generally do to
observe people, read their faces and capture their vivid expressions. Looking
around, I ended up with nothing interesting to invest time in and focus on. I
took the window seat and after some time a girl with hazel eyes and smiling
face sat beside me.
“So!!! You
are from Kolkata?” she was the one to break the silence first. “Yes and you
are?”I replied with a smile. “Actually I was born here but I left Kolkata when
I was nine year old as my dad shifted to Bangalore. But I’m visiting Kolkata
now.” that smile never left from her face.
“By the way
I’m Divya.” I extended my hand towards her direction. “Ohh...I forgot to
introduce myself, I’m Ruchira” she shook my hand firmly. For the next few
minutes we talked about various topics, our professions and our point of view.
I was seeing a friend in this stranger.
“So where
were you staying before shifting?”I questioned. “My residence was near
Barrackpore. So many years have passed and I haven’t gone to that place for
quite long.” She added but stopped seeing my reaction. “That’s where I lived
and I had been living there for my entire life.” Frankly I was surprised.
Image from google source |
Ruchira or Ruchi was my best buddy in
school. We used to sit together, play together, and had our Tiffin together.
Students were very jealous of our friendship. Everything was picture perfect
until her fathers’ transfer news broke on us. We were standard four students at
that time and she had to leave in such a hurry that I had not given a chance to
properly goodbye her.
May be she
didn’t remember me. I was taken aback by the vivid memory. I looked at her and
again she was smiling but my stoppage had come. “Umm...bye I have to go. My
stoppage has come...see you later or may be again.”
I got down from the bus and
headed towards my home when I heard a voice from back “Arre...Divu...won’t you invite
me to your home?” I turned back to see Ruchi was huffing and smiling
simultaneously. “What did you think that I will not recognize you??? Then let
me clear mss Divya Mukharjee I recognized you from the very beginning but
pretended not to just to know your reaction. But you...just walk away” she
threw her hands in air to show her angriness. “Sorry...It was a surprise for me
and...I...didn’t know...what...to...do...” I fumbled a little and tears were finding
their way out but I completed my sentence I was hugged by her. We both missed
each other and that was our golden memory.
Imagine they hugging each other after so many years.... |
Sometimes
strangers are not strangers....
What happened with me
that may be happened with you....?
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