UNRAVEL ~ Stories Untold~

~ Three~

          'Questions and Messages '

            Hot days of summer.
           A few more days, and.
           Vacations would begin.
           I would be a free bird.

 
I was sitting alone at my usual spot.               The window seat.  My all time favorite- be it any season.
The bus was moving, and I shifted closer,  when a cool breeze blew across. It had been a tiring day and my eyes would shut down any second. The chaos in the bus was unheard by me; simply staring out . Not wanting to drift off yet, I closed my eyes-head resting against the window and began singing softly to myself. I was lost in my own world humming, when someone whispered in my ear from behind, "I love your voice. "
      Startled by the sudden action, I looked behind and instinctively touched my ear.  "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." He said, putting his hands in front. "I really love your voice, do you learn? " He asked. "Huh? -I- uh-no.. " I stuttered. "Oh. That's a surprise. You sing REALLY well. " "Thank you.... " A few minutes later, he got off.  'what just happened?' I mentally questioned myself.  And that, was just the beginning. Each day after that, he would sit behind me and hear me sing. I didn't really mind him listening and somehow never felt akward or enbarassed. " Your voice is beautiful, believe me. " He would smile, wave and get off. It naturally became a habbit to wave back. We never spoke to each other. I sang and he listened. Repeat, repeat, repeat and repeat.
      November 18-I boarded the bus as usual and did what I'd been doing  everyday. Without looking back, I started humming. But to my surprise I heard a voice join me. I looked back with wide eyes- he was singing. His voice was heavenly. Perfect pitch, tone, beat and synchronisation. I looked at him as he sang; every part of the lyrics with immense emotions. And by the time he'd finished, I was speechless.  " You always say you love me voice, but have you ever heard yourself sing? " "It's not that great" He responded nonchalantly. Of course I wasn't going to believe that. However, not wanting to ruin the pleasant moment I shrugged it off. The bus halted, and he stood up- bag over his shoulder. Just before getting down, he  turned back to me and tossed a small box of chocolates. " Happy Birthday Sugar"
       But before I could respond, he hurried off; not forgetting to wave. The bus moved on and everything was silent for a moment when I suddenly shot up. 'WAIT A MINUTE .... HOW DOES HE KNOW MY BIRTHDAY?? " I began to panic ; I was SO confused. I never told him.  How did he know? The thiught refused to leave my mind as I reached home. Opening the box of chocolates, I found a small bright silver locket shaped as a crescent moon, and a small note- 'Happy Birthday to the most melodious girl I've ever met. Handmade chocolates; tried my best. Never give up on your singing or beautiful voice. '    wow. I never even imagined this. As hypothetical it sounded, it was all real. I popped a piece of chocolate in my mouth and the sweet favour got the best of my reactions. 'He made these?  For me? ' 'This is probably the most delicious chocolate I've ever had. I ought to thank him. ' The next morning, my eyes scanned the bus but I didn't see him. 'That's unusual... Maybe something came up.. ' I waited in the evening as well, only to find him missing again.  I sat on my seat and clutched the locket around my neck. 'Where is he? ' The next few days passed without any trace of him.
                Where did he go?

Weeks passed. Every time I walked in the bus, I remembered him. I waited.   and waited.
          But I never saw him again.

I wanted to enquire, I wanted to know but I couldn't. How strange. All these days when he'd been there, I enjoyed his company so much. I felt open and expressed myself better. I felt close to him, when in reality we didn't even know each others names. Our bond was different. It's funnny how we never bothered to ask about each other. So near yet so far. Had I met him before? No,  I probably had not Because if I had,  I would remember.    Where had he then, disappeared so suddenly? Without any word? I realised how much I'd grown used to of his presence. Weeks changed to months and years. I grew up, transferred in a soft bus. And even though the school remained the same, I never found him. Just so different. I never understood who he was, still his memory remains, leaving a deep imprint Which I could possibly never forget. I don't know if I'll ever see him in the future. But if I do- which I really hope to, I'd love to tell and let him know.
    "The chocolates were delicious."

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Author's Note :
As we all know, all the essays published by me in non fiction are real things that have happened in my life.
As cliche this sounds, yes this has happened with me in middle school.
I just wanted to drop a quick replay
Of this one because it makes me happy.
So hey, my guy
If this acually happenes to somehow reach you, please reach out to me on wattpad, I'd love to reconcile again :)

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