“So, how was your experience on your first day?” asked Dev out of curiosity while smoking and rolling the metal spark wheel of the lighter with a raspy sound.



"Night shift is actually a little, you know … . Uncomfortable, I (Vatsal) said, slightly drowsy, "But considering...."



"But considering how much money you get, it seems fine, doesn't it?"



“Also. Saturdays are the sole focus. On different days, I've typical shift."



"Exactly", said Dev, "It is truly extreme for the initial not many days through. Then you get used to it; everything becomes basic and simple… and exhausting as well."



My watch showed eleven o'clock at night, which was literally making me more anxious because I had never seen a bus while we were standing at the bus stop.



"Do you think we will ever be able to get home?" I inquired, "I mean it is extremely late."



"Where are you from?"



"Sworry, close to Germany."



With an upsetting grin he educated, "Indeed, I don't think there is any Germany transport after 11pm. Sorry! I assumed you were heading for Barmish.



I was extremely disappointed by his words. It was the most terrible that could occur after the day's long, rushed work.



We saw a bus coming just then, and it was obviously Dev's way back home. As it got close, the headlights illuminated our faces before coming to a stop directly in front of us.



He advised me to return to the office, spend the night there, and return early to the bus stop before I boarded the bus because the bus service to Germany was scheduled to resume at six in the morning. Even though the word "good" seemed like sarcasm for the worst night of my life, I waved him goodnight.



So, in the end, I was standing at the Belgium bus stop, which was eventually a no-man's land at that very moment, all by myself with my brown bag. Then my perplexed psyche chose to stroll back to the workplace after a snapshot of serious reasoning as though I had been given great many choices.



Coincidentally, I should concede that it was actually a wonderful country nighttime perspective on the second seven day stretch of December. On my right were vast paddy fields, on my left were small pea fields and a few houses. As I made my way toward my office, the surrounding area seemed a little hazy, so I could only make out a few bleak images of trees. This area of the city more resembled the countryside, appearing to have been neglected. The moon was my only friend who quietly assisted me. I was being stared at by one or two owls perched on the branches of the trees. They hooted and looked at me with wide, round eyes, as if they were gods from another planet smiling at me and pitying me. Except for the owls, the only sound that disturbed the stillness of the night was that of the crickets. With a deep sigh of despair, I checked my watch and saw that it was ten to twelve.



My skin was chilled by a hazy breeze on the spur of the moment. It began to create a hazy, eerie atmosphere around me due to its mystic quality. While the lights slowly approached me, I could hear the rumble of a bus. I saw the word "Sector 17C" written on it when it got close enough and slowed down. Similar to this deserted land, it resembled a small, green, ancient machine that had been forgotten. The whole thing looked like a huge tin can with a few small holes all over its body. When I found out, though, that it was heading toward Germany, I was overjoyed beyond measure.



I quickly boarded the bus, which began rolling once more, breaking through the stillness of the night and jerking all the way due to the rough country road. There were around five or six exhausted travelers looking half-dead very much like me. I removed the headphones from my bag and plugged them in to listen to music with my eyes closed.



A quarrel erupted suddenly, with an elderly man taunting and yelling at a young woman, breaking the complete silence. She was attempting to object. However, he was constantly accusing her of something and yelling at her to keep quiet.



"What's wrong? If it's not too much trouble, quit quarreling at 12 PM." I yelled, "The day's frantic work is enough," annoyed. Put an end to whatever it is.



The man's overall appearance was devious due to his faded skin, musty clothes, and smoke-gray hair. After hearing my last words, he gave me a gunmetal-colored glance while grabbing the closest seat in a way that made me feel disgusted and irate.



The conductor, who had been asleep throughout, awoke suddenly and asked, "What happened? Why such a large amount this commotion?"



I responded, "Nothing, just take that fare," and with that the situation was managed.



I realized that I knew the woman when she turned to face me. Since I was in college, she had been one of my closest friends and my oldest.



What a pleasant surprise, Vatsal! While seated next to me, she spoke in a soothing voice.



Surprisingly, I said, "Richa, and it's been really long." I haven't seen you in like three years.



I've always adored her voice, slender eyebrows, and glistening skin. Her sharp, inquisitiveeyes were straight at me. Her shoulder-length, coal-black hair was falling. With her blurred green salwar-kameez and concealed yellow scarf, she was looking lively and wonderful.



“Hmm. Adequately long. She grinned at me and said, "Never thought we would meet in this way." Take a gander at you… your look has totally changed."



"So is yours. I was practically not ready to remember you", I said and we both chuckled very much like past times. Her holy messenger...