Yuvraj's POV
I pulled out the photo from my wallet smoothing it out to best of my abilities. Well, who needed that photograph when I could draw it with my eyes closed but I just find peace looking at it.
It reminded me of my entire life in a flash of seconds. I was waiting for the car I pooled with some strangers online and as soon as, I saw headlights in the corner of my eye. I stash the photo away and went to ask if the right car has stopped for me.
"Michael?", I asked as the window rolled down. A guy in the passenger seat nodded and a girl at the backseat opened the door for me.
"Yuvraj?", she asked me for confirmation. I nodded and settled in with my bag. Everybody in the car was almost of my age. They asked me if I was comfortable and I just responded yes. Maybe, I behaved rude at that point because they all were so friendly but I just didn't get along with strangers, or you can say people that easily.
The car peeled off and the breeze hit my face through the open window, feeling incredible. I felt everyone's eyes on me as we sat their in silence. Except Michael, I guessed the rest two were Indian. Michael looked at me and then introduced them.
"So she is sia and he is samar", I looked at Sia and she gave me a friendly smile as Michael said their names.
"And Michael doesn't know hindi..So even though me and Sia are dying to talk to you in our mother tongue, we can't buddy", Samar said giving me a friendly smile and Sia giggled.
"That was mean okay...And how are you so sure that he knows hindi", Michael hit Samar's arm for making fun of him.
"Hindustani Hindustani ko pehchan hi jaata hai", Samar said. I smiled lightly, for it was so true.
"Sia darling, what did this idiotic guy say", Michael looked over at Sia with a helpless expression.
"Akal ke dushman..Meri behen ko darling bola na..Aisi galliyan nikaluga..Mtlb dhundte dhundte duniya khatam hojayegi teri..Aur uss se pehle mtlb mil gya toh tu khud suicide krlega", I couldn't help but control my laughter listening Samar's reaction when Micheal called Sia darling.
"Sam don't overreact..And Michael he is talking absolute rubbish..Just ignore him", Sia told Michael as Samar shot daggers at her through eyes.
"Iss rakhi pr kuch nhi duga tujhe..Absolute rubbish", Samar huffed. I wonder what if I had a sister.
"So yuvi..what's your story?", Samar looked at me through his rear view mirror, sounding friendly enough.
"What makes you think I've got a story?", I remark back. If I would have been at their place, I wouldn't try to talk to myself ever again.
But luckily, they didn't seem to be affected by my attitude. Sia even lets out a laugh, wearing an amused grin.
"Travelling for fun then?", he commented back with doubt very evident on his face.
I wish.
"You have a point. But everybody has a story, what makes mine so special?", I shrugged and looked out of the window.
Even if I did tell them my story, it's not like they'll understand. I can't understand my story myself, how can I expect anyone else to?
Everybody in the car let my words settle, each in their own thought bubble. I took the moment of silence to close my eyes and allow my body to relax.
"Everybody does have a story, but I suppose they are all different and special in their own way", I opened my eyes and looked at Sia. She smiled.
I had no answers to her response so I looked away and tried to sleep. It was two hours drive to our next stop and I didn't want to interact anymore.
