The Half Face

That Saturday, Was very much like any other Saturday for me, wasting myself onto some useless news in unusual heat of Delhi at this time of year on my own route, sitting in front on the right lane of bus on way to college, killing the morning, unlike loosing on the rear far from ‘crowd’ I always love to ‘hate’, until a GIRL came from nowhere and sat very next to me. I rose my Head for less to a Second before going onto the paper which was all over me, just able to see her black coat of fur, a diary in her hand, a face similar to a lonely canvas & as lifeless as a piece of sand, half long hairs lean back with eyes black before bright,’unwillingly’ sad looking lost in this air searching her existence in silence. Refraining her presence, I was calm telling myself not to see the tears coming out from her heart may be because eyes were too dry to feel the grief somewhere hidden on those messages of her mobile, breaking her before me, I wanted to assure her, to help her but I was no one to her but a ‘complete stranger’. She looked towards me, when I was watching the road after my window and went into her diary the moment I turned to see her face which was only half seen from the place I was held , feeling as if the time is dead and things stood still, waiting for me to say few words to her or telling her to gather herself far from me. She stood up with her diary and before I could stop or let her go, she walked away, leaving the bus, the ‘loneliness’ she was in, leaving her ‘tears’ on me, walking to something she needs to reach when I wanted to run away from her, I wanted to run to her but failed in both, I now remembers only ‘THE HALF FACE’. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………by VG!!