Eye in the sky
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Suddenly while sitting at the bus stop , while waiting for the bus (that almost always takes its own sweet time to arrive) to get home, I realised (speak of the devil, my bus arrived at this time and surprisingly wasn’t as pack as all other times) that it’s kind of funny how you can meet someone (whom you never knew existed) at the plainest of times, meet eyes, start to get jittery and butterfly-y at the thought of the person and suddenly you find youself in love. Then you do things for and with the said person, things that you would have considered stupid and ridiculous if you were still sane, but you’re not. You’re crazily in love. And somehow both of you would keep seeing each other everywhere every day that it doesn’t make sense how neither of you have came across each other before. Then suddenly everything ends. And all the foolish things you have done would either become memories that you’d torture yourself over, wishing they didn’t need to become memories and things of the past, or become memories that you wished you never had, wondering why you chose to torture yourself. And suddenly the person whom you’re so used to catching at the corner of your eyes, be it just a shoulder, the heel of a foot or a backview, disappears, like he never existed at all. And the only things that prove that wasn’t just your imagination is all the turmoil you feel, the sudden absence of something that seemed to have been there your entire life, the memories you have. But then again, gradually, you’ll maybe start wondering if the memories were even real and not a part of your imagination.
It’s sort like a bus ride. You take off from the terminal in a bus towards wherever you might be heading to and this person boards the bus in the middle of the journey, both of you share the two-seater for a while before it’s his stop. He presses the bell, alights, then the bus just moves on and the only reminder that he has been there is the leftover warmth on the space next to yours. And eventually, that would fade as well.
