She was sitting beside me, an innocent face with a cap on head, wearing a sweater almost covering her T-shirt. Still one could see her T-shirt, which was grey in colour with pink and yellow stripes. I liked it. She smiled at me and i gave it back.I wondered what's wrong with her? Cause she was looking ill, no hairs on her head, skin. Her father was sitting behind her adjusting with two others.
The bus was ready to take off, then the snacks sellers attacked the bus, and were trying hard to sell whatever they brought. and I did a mistake there, by buying a pack of cooked groundnuts. And started eating.(sorry, I really wanted to offer her too to eat, but dared not).
She asked her father to get one for her. But he replied, that she can't eat, and its not good for her health. A surge of pain rushed through me, making me feel guilty. Why the hell I buyed them ? And I am eating infront of her. But she can't eat.
I hurried and completed with in two miniutes. Soon someone came, and asked to help with money for some student's fund. I put Rs.10. and started watching outside window.
As the bus was moving someone asked to that girl's father,"What happened to her?".
Her father replied harshly that it was none of his business. So, not to poke his nose in other's matter. He glanced at that girl's father angrily and kept quite.
By watching this, I couldn't gather courage even to ask her name and chat with her. But I really wanted to make her laugh and keep her busy and make her forget whatever trouble she has. But I didn't. Its actually...... I couldn't.
She got down from the bus before me. and I knew that she was suffering from cancer and she was probably 13 to 14 years old. I still couldn't forget her face and her T-shirt which I liked.
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