They were exactly defining their names;
Shravya ~ always kept listening to everyone, except her heart.
Pranay ~ always kept showing his love, for her.
Will she ever be able to Hear the voice of his Love?
(The story is inspired by a hindi story which...
When the engine of the bus started with a loud rumble, the students pattering, standing next to the bus, ascended on to the bus.
This was the only school of the town, which had their own bus, even if it was jalopy, it was alright. The rest of the schools didn't own a bus. Students used to travel, by their own bicycles or rickshaws.
Shravya also sat on a back seat. It was the regular route, the bus would reach at Shravya's stop after revolving through all the narrow streets and wide roads of the town. Her stop was the last. The bus was moving forward, by tearing the dusty path.
Moreover, if she wanted, she could have reached home in only five minutes by bicycle but, no. She was enjoying the Bus's journey.
This twenty to twenty-five minutes long way from school to home, was fixed for her dreams. Dreams!....The dreams, which she used to see with awakened eyes and never shared with anyone.
Shravya was sitting by resting her head on the window, looking outside. She was lost in her daydreams when, she heard the conductor's voice.
"Shravya! Get down, your stop came."
Shravya got up from the seat, hanged her bag on her shoulder and carelessly humming a song, she got down from the bus.
She just stepped down from the bus, when her eyes fell on a bicycle. Standing, taking support of the electric pole.
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"Red Bicycle!"
She started sweating. Her body was shivering lightly. Her hands became cold. She fisted her sweaty hands.
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She didn't look at the one, who was sitting on the bicycle. She didn't even raise her head. She tightened her hold on her bag's handle, turned around and started running.
She was running impetuously, through the narrow streets of the town, between the crowd of the people, making her way. She was looking straight at her house, which was situated at the end of the street. She kept elbowing everyone, who's coming on her way.
