I sat alone looking out of the window marvelling at the rain droplets tracing their path to unknown destination. The boisterous noise of kids returning from the trek and boarding the bus drowned my thoughts and drew my attention away from my make believe world. Everyone passed my seat, exchanging laughter and reminiscing about the adventures they had during the trip. The snippets of fun filled days made my heart heavy at the prospect of leaving this place.
As everyone settled down, I looked at the empty seat next to mine and heaved a sigh. My way back home was going to be dismal and solitary but the wondrous mountain scenery was going to be my company. I looked out the window and continued with my string of thoughts.
Three rowdy boys occupied the seat next to mine and my annoyance knew no bounds. Maybe I made a sad, pitiful figure or maybe he was bored and was looking to pass his time. He turned to me and broke my stupor with his adorable stutter. My eyes widened in surprise and I tried to figure out what was his problem. He was nervous and my lips twitched with suppressed humour. He was nervous around me and that thought was quite unfathomable. After all, I was just a quite girl, plain and shy who never got second glance.
We struck an easy conversation after he got over his initial hesitation and the words flowed uninhibited. We exchanged stories of our completely different worlds and in our shared camaraderie I found a kindred soul. I wasn’t as indifferent to him as I was feigning. My mind travelled to all those moments when I used to steal bashful glances at him during the trip. I remembered his easy gait as he walked in front of me, his focused eyes as he handled the ropes, his determination to reach the top first and his easy laughter when he messed around with the younger kids.
We became good friends and that was what we were supposed to be even though my heart yearned for more. It was written in our destiny to be in each others memory as the passing time faded us from each others lives. He left me with lifetime of feelings as he moved away to the different part of the country. We lost touch and he moved on with his life and I taught myself to move forward in mine.
Even at that time when it seemed impossible to feel the same way again, I learned that our heart isn’t made of glass that can be shattered beyond repair. It is the strongest little organ that teaches us to love again and it taught me that people come and go like ocean tides. In such changing world, the only constant is me and tearing myself apart for someone who wasn’t meant to be was my biggest fault.
Now, he has found the one he was looking for and I found my very being.