Strangers in the Night
He met her on the bus journey on his way back home. It was a night journey and he had always believed that the night has its own mysterious ways of bringing souls closer. And that's what happened. Minute after minute, something came out in the conversations that deepened whatever was developing between the two. Talking to a stranger is either dangerous, as we have been told over and over again in our lives, or the most comforting feeling, as we discover every time we defy this ingrained belief. They discovered the joys of the latter in that night.
As the night wore on, so did the inhibitions. And once they entered that state of inhibition less conversations, there was a free fall as they challenged time and sleep to challenge them. The only thing in the realm of certainty about the future of the serendipitous encounter were the few hours of journey that lay ahead of them, and two souls lit alive in the dark of the night didn't wish to miss out any of it. And they pushed on as far as they could with time and sleep, coming closer with every passing secret revealed. In just a few hours, their souls had covered as much distance as the miles covered on the journey.
But the tiredness of bodies eventually won and the adolescence like exuberance had to give way to sleep. And then they woke up a few hours later. He was the first to wake up of the two and was gripped by the selfish desire to wake up her to once again race against the remaining few hours left. However, better sense prevailed and he took refuge in the company of music and sights outside the window, although secretly wishing for the silence to be interrupted by the soft whispers that had marked the texture of the night few hours ago.
But when she did finally wake up, something had noticeably changed. It was as if the clock had been wound back. They were still pretty much there, and yet, not there at all. Neither of them was at fault. Multiple thoughts ran through their heads as they tried to make sense of what was going on while putting on a good show with the fake small talks. Probably, just as the night has its own mysterious ways, the day too has its ways of grounding one back to reality. Besides, there was this burden of the beauty of the conversations that had reached its peak a few hours ago but now there was no time left to drag it back there. And the fact that there was no time at all for anything was tugging at both of their hearts. So, they grudgingly went through the motions for the rest of the journey and parted ways when the time for it came. And that's how a story that had started innocuously met it innocent end.
As the night wore on, so did the inhibitions. And once they entered that state of inhibition less conversations, there was a free fall as they challenged time and sleep to challenge them. The only thing in the realm of certainty about the future of the serendipitous encounter were the few hours of journey that lay ahead of them, and two souls lit alive in the dark of the night didn't wish to miss out any of it. And they pushed on as far as they could with time and sleep, coming closer with every passing secret revealed. In just a few hours, their souls had covered as much distance as the miles covered on the journey.
But the tiredness of bodies eventually won and the adolescence like exuberance had to give way to sleep. And then they woke up a few hours later. He was the first to wake up of the two and was gripped by the selfish desire to wake up her to once again race against the remaining few hours left. However, better sense prevailed and he took refuge in the company of music and sights outside the window, although secretly wishing for the silence to be interrupted by the soft whispers that had marked the texture of the night few hours ago.
But when she did finally wake up, something had noticeably changed. It was as if the clock had been wound back. They were still pretty much there, and yet, not there at all. Neither of them was at fault. Multiple thoughts ran through their heads as they tried to make sense of what was going on while putting on a good show with the fake small talks. Probably, just as the night has its own mysterious ways, the day too has its ways of grounding one back to reality. Besides, there was this burden of the beauty of the conversations that had reached its peak a few hours ago but now there was no time left to drag it back there. And the fact that there was no time at all for anything was tugging at both of their hearts. So, they grudgingly went through the motions for the rest of the journey and parted ways when the time for it came. And that's how a story that had started innocuously met it innocent end.
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