candycoatedwaterdrops

Relationship… Relationship can be established anytime, anywhere: it can be in a coffee shop, in a waiting shed, in an elevator or in a terminal.  And, oh in a terminal!  Tha place where I met the first man that made my heart sing The Carpenter’s “We’ve Only Just begun” & he was also theone that left my heart vroken into pieces while mouthing the Michelle Branche’s “Goodbye to You”.  All these happened ina trminal. The terminal where people wait for a bus.  The terminal that sends people to places & welcomes people at their arrival.  The terminal that, I thought, could be the best place to meet my, you kow,Mr. Personality.

I wait…the clock ticks. Almost all buses have passed by &  I still haven’t figured out which one could lead me to where I should be.  The wary, shabby bus comes.  I hail… It stops… I sit at the very last end of the bus. There is silence… The bus rocks my exhausted body.  There is comfort fromt he fear that I felt while I was waiting fo rthis last bus ( I thought this as the last).The thundering horn gives me the warning.  I keep my eyes open.  The wariness & shabiness, somehow, don’t give doubts at all because while I’m in here, I’m safe.

I halt the bus into a stop. It doesn’t move. It stops me to theplace where I’m supposed to be in a little later. There are no words of appreciation from my mouth.  I smile. Day pass, I wait for the bus again.  It comes like a dream. It comes like time. I ride on it again.  It brings me to a new place where I can only see sorrow. I’m scared… The thundering horm echoed.  I wait for the bus to fetch me but there is none.  I sit on the bench on the terminal while waiting for the bus again but there is still none. I hum a happy tune instead… I feel empty.  I’m scared. There are many buses that pass by but the wary, shabby bus that used to bring me to the happy places is gone.  Where is it?  Somebody can save me, please.  Take me out of here! A bus passes, but it isn’t the one that I’ve been waiting for.  Oh God, where is it? Someone must have stolen it.Someone must have gone to a journey with/on it. What about me? I just wanna go home. I don;t want to ride on that shabby and wary bus again!!! So, I hail a new bus. I cross my fingers. Hope this could be the right and the best one… The journey begins…

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