A TALE OF TWO STRANGERS~A SHAKHI TS

Do I know him?

It was mid-November. A very cold evening in Kolkata. An unmarried twenty-
something woman, a schoolteacher by profession, struggling to board an overcrowded bus
during rush hour—that’s me! Anokhi bhalla. Although it was cold I was still panting and
sweating as I ran almost half a mile from my school gate, not to miss the bus which I took to
my house daily.

But that day, for some reason the bus was unusually crowded. Also, I could not come out
of school on time due to some extra work, for which I had to run the half-mile. A distance
which, on other days, I used to walk slowly, enjoying the sight of the children’s chaotic
scramble and their eagerness to go home while their mothers gossiped about their daily
lives and their favourite serials and, of course, not to forget, indulged in a bit of bitching
about women they didn’t like—which we like to call ‘PNPC’! Women, I tell you! So
predictable …
As I’d anticipated, I missed the bus. Quite irritated—as I hate to wait for buses or trains
or anything—I stood in the shade waiting for the next bus, when a male voice quite
surprised me.

‘Can you please tell me which bus I should board to reach Barrackpore?’
He was standing behind me—a handsome man, almost my age. I must say that in that state
of distress, together with the irritation of having lost the bus, the presence of an attractive
guy gave me some relief! He was dressed neatly in a white shirt and blue jeans—the attire I
feel guys look best in—and with his hair done perfectly. He looked stunning.
‘I am going the same way. You can board the bus I am waiting for.’ I don’t know why I
gave such a weird reply rather than telling him the bus number. Maybe I didn’t want to lose
his company so soon. Loneliness can make you do unusual things sometimes, I tell you.
‘Oh! Thank you so much!’ he replied gratefully. ‘Actually, I am just one month old in this
city,’ he added.
I hadn’t asked for an explanation! But whatever it may be, I liked that he told me. I don’t
know why.
‘Oh! So you are not from Kolkata? Well in that case, welcome to the city of joy,’ I added
with a sweet smile.
‘Actually, I was born here but I left Kolkata when I was eight years old as my dad shifted
to Hyderabad on account of his job,’ he corrected hastily.
‘Then let me correct myself. Welcome back!’
‘Ya, thanks! By the way, I am Shaurya,’ he extended his hand towards me.
I was stunned for a few seconds. This was my usual reaction whenever I came across the
name ‘Shaurya’ as it was very close to my heart.
‘And you?’ he asked quite surprised by my reaction.
‘Oh! Hi, I am Anokhi,’ I replied quickly and shook his hands. I don’t know why I hid my full
name. Maybe because he was a stranger. ‘Nice name,’ I added.
‘I think that should have been my line,’ he winked and we smiled.

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