#Fictionalwritesby_HB #Feeling #TinyLove
#LostbutLast #Draft.


"Really Rush" Ashwin exclaimed
"Excatly" I agreed with Ash.
Me and Ashwin both are in bus right now,
going to home from hostel,
we got vacation for a month, both of our hometown are same so we planned together to travel that day.

It was a late evening, and it's always a trouble, especially if days got any Temple occasion, you can see bus getting overflow with heavy loads of peoples.

(why do they do this? does God ask you to visit on only this day? can't he be okay you visiting him another day? who made God as an object to solve worries and your problems?
it's you, who have to solve your own problems, it's your life, you can pray to God just to be strong mentally, he can't be your personal dealer...)

----that's the irritating thought running on my mind that day---

After 30 minutes, the bus halted in the central bus station, my oxygen supply went Normal, I jumped out from the bus, it's enough to get squeezed.

"That bus" Ashwin said after we took some samosas and tea as a break.

We got seat, honestly we ran like cheetah, the whole Crowd looked at us, well we don't care, a seat to rest our body is important.

"Man, we got it" I said seating relaxed.
"Ya dude, we made it" he said switching his seat down, it's an AC bus, in mid summer AC bus are faloodas to body. Cool!

As the bus above to start, this Ashwin did something, I would make it as draft.

"Mara, I heard you are a Writer?"
"Why suddenly?" I opened my sleeping eyes, it always a trouble when someone Knows I'm a Writer.
"Just came to know, and I had seen few of your poems in magazines of college" he giggled still closing his eyes.
I laid back and closed my eyes too, "Kinda Ashwin, I'm still a Rookie, a beginner"
"Are you doing any kinda task to upgrade yourself?"
"Hmm...well I write my daily Journal, after I got home, I made plans to learn new words that helps my writings more... effectively?" I laughed, who knows, do I continue good habits?...
"Cool, you know what Mara, I always wonder writer are souls making many souls very alive"
"What you heard is very true, it just they write about them, if everyone wonders to know that, it just telecasting yourself with their thoughts, if you match a lot, you seem something new, it just television without screen, but words of common peoples." I smiled.
"What you write like?"
"Fiction"
"Unbelievable" he laughed.
"What's there to be so FUNNY?" I looked him, well Everyone in bus, he laughed while clapping his hands.
"Oops! Sorry, just said what my heart said, well Mara, Can I give you a task?"
"What's that?" Now I can get this unpleasant feelings.
"I been following your linkedin blog, and what you write are quite true which I feel, but you call it as fiction, anyway it's your choice to lie, but now I'm here to dare you to write a true moment"
"What Rubbish is this, Mr.Ash?" I closed my eyes back, it wasn't that serious with this idiot.
"Come on, Mara I'm very curious in this, I'm not kidding man, I swear" he tapped my hands continuously to wake me up.
"What's that?" I dazed.
"How do you love?"
"What?"

what? my brain stop functioning sometimes silly questions makes us feel something wrong in what we hear.

"Like how do writer's love?" this idiot again
"What you think? Writer's are God? they are just human like you too, they just write with pen, you Idiot"
"Hey come on, you have got a lot of expectations"
"Not expectations, just... imagination..."
"Excatly"
"Not much, in my case, I just write Fiction"
"Fine, the task is, write about someone in the bus, in a very romantic way" he giggled
"Stop you idiot" I said and breathe back.

(have a very good friend, my free advice to you all, not like Ashwin.)

The bus travelled half a way with this conversation, he went to sleep.
but I can't.
I began to observe the bus, anyone?
well why I Just? stop it Mara, Stop it Heart.

And there I found someone, near the front seat, you would see her clearly in my place.
I liked her and narrated a whole poem in my mind, as I about to complete the poem her stop came, and she stood and went down and I felt a mild heart break, but this guy who stimulated me slept well like a grizzly bear in hibernation, I kicked his stomach still sleeping,
as the love I had got lost, in few minutes
I dozed off to sleep.

It was a tiny love which I lost that night.


© Hazel