[Show all top banners]

evanescence
Replies to this thread:

More by evanescence
What people are reading
Subscribers
:: Subscribe
Back to: Stories / Essays / Literature Refresh page to view new replies
 The Bus Ride Home
[VIEWED 9465 TIMES]
SAVE! for ease of future access.
Posted on 05-30-14 12:22 PM     Reply [Subscribe]
Login in to Rate this Post:     7       ?     Liked by
 

I was on one of those soul searching aimless rides when I happened to meet her. She climbed the bus and sat next to me, unconcerned about the smoke my cigarette was producing or my pierced and tattooed skin. I mean children are afraid of that shit but no not her. She gave me a smile and nosily asked me my destination. When I said nowhere in particular, she wasn’t amazed instead she made it sound like some kind of an adventure and expressed that she would like to do that someday; not today because today she was going to meet her grandma who lives quite far away.

“Are girls supposed to smoke?” She broke the silence, yet again.
“Aren’t they? What else aren’t they supposed to do? I cross questioned her quite irritatingly.
She took this as an invitation to chitchat in that long 5 hours ride and faced me while making herself comfortable.
“People say a whole lot of things that we girls aren’t supposed to do. But I don’t think so. I think everybody should get to do whatever they wanna do. YOLO, right? “She said in a haughty tone, quite mature for someone of her age.

I chuckled at her “YOLO” remark and she smiled back at me. I didn’t want to engage in anymore of these talks so I went back to my book to discourage her from chatting. But that wouldn’t stop that rebellious little Satan.
“Is that a love story? “She interfered.
I nodded, still firm in avoiding chitchat.
“What it’s about?”
“About love. Like all love stories are.” I blatantly said.
“Love? I want to know about that. Tell me about it.” she asked sounding excited.
“I don’t know much to talk about it and little of what I have known about it won’t paint a pretty picture. And besides, you are still little to know love. Read about it in a book or something.”
“Love doesn’t see age and numbers -that I had read in a book “she said smugly.”But I want to know the real thing. Tell me about your experience in love.” She added.

Her question made me think and remember every encounter I had or thought I had with love. I looked at this child who couldn’t be more than 12 but I somehow felt like I could be honest with her. So as if I were in a trance I replied “I think I am lonelier in love than I am without it. Being in love makes me lonely. When you are in love with someone, you are supposed to finally open up. You are supposed to feel safe in your skin for once and reveal secrets you thought you could never tell. You are supposed to let go of yourself and embrace what the other has to offer you. But I cannot do this. I get rigid and more afraid. I don’t feel safe but lonely because when you find yourself unable of all this, you realize love is not a redemption but a damnation and you are doomed to it. Love shouldn’t feel like a trap but that’s how I have always felt. Being in love has always felt like looking at your wings and forgetting what they are made for. “

I looked at her hoping to find her puzzled. She wasn’t.

“Maybe you haven’t found the right person yet” she said sounding like she had also read one of the books that tells you about your soul mate and how each person has got a person and such bullshits. When she said this, I realized she was a child after all.

“Maybe. Or maybe there is no such thing like the right person. You just have to compromise with what you have got and that’s how you get a love story. And maybe I am failing because I am such an intolerant selfish bitch.” This is what I thought I would say but instead I replied with a “maybe. That is it “because somewhere I too wanted to believe that there will be a time, there will be a person one day with whom love would feel like everything it’s supposed to.
“My grandma says to love is to live. And even if it fails sometimes, you shouldn’t lose hope because life is precious and giving up on love is giving up on hope. Hope is the most beautiful thing. YOLO, sister. Keep fighting” She spoke again once more making me question and compare her age with her level of maturity.

As her stop had arrived and she got up to go, I looked at her for one last time. I compared her brown smooth hair to my dark locks, her sun kissed skin to my freckled brown skin, her carefully ironed floral skirt to my ragged baggy jeans, the twinkle in her eyes to my vacant ones. We contradicted on every terms but when I looked at her, I saw hope. And she was right, hope is beautiful and maybe that was what I had been missing all this while.


 
Posted on 06-02-14 2:12 PM     [Snapshot: 136]     Reply [Subscribe]
Login in to Rate this Post:     1       ?     Liked by
 

Liked the simplicity of your story. Keep it coming.
 
Posted on 06-02-14 4:21 PM     [Snapshot: 211]     Reply [Subscribe]
Login in to Rate this Post:     0       ?    
 

Hope, love and happy endings - necessary evils in a Sajha story I say ;) Nice piece. I learnt somethi
 
Posted on 06-02-14 4:23 PM     [Snapshot: 211]     Reply [Subscribe]
Login in to Rate this Post:     0       ?    
 

.. something new - YOLO - indeed! :
 
Posted on 06-02-14 10:03 PM     [Snapshot: 287]     Reply [Subscribe]
Login in to Rate this Post:     1       ?     Liked by
 

I've been a lurker around here for a while and this is my first comment on any thread ever. Had to stop by to tell you how much I enjoy your writing. Keep them coming!


 
Posted on 06-02-14 11:21 PM     [Snapshot: 331]     Reply [Subscribe]
Login in to Rate this Post:     0       ?    
 

Simple.. Just the way i like it. Keep up the good work. Hope is definately what's keeping us alive.
Love n peace
 
Posted on 06-03-14 9:35 AM     [Snapshot: 430]     Reply [Subscribe]
Login in to Rate this Post:     0       ?    
 

Nice one Eva, Simply the great. Yes indeed hope is beautiful..
 
Posted on 06-03-14 9:49 AM     [Snapshot: 441]     Reply [Subscribe]
Login in to Rate this Post:     0       ?    
 

I was taught since my early years one quote , and I still pass that quote to anyone and everyone I see talking about hopelessness ...... "Hopes may fail but never fail to hope" .... infact this little sentence has pushed me where I am today....

evanescence , its a simple story - voiced so well, making you to think positive for once.....

- thaha chaena 

 
Posted on 06-03-14 12:09 PM     [Snapshot: 505]     Reply [Subscribe]
Login in to Rate this Post:     0       ?    
 

wonton
thanks! i will :)

vivant
its been a long time, eh? and thanks :)

julius_seizure
thats so sweet of you :) i hope i will be able to maintain that.

frugal
love, hope and peace indeed! thanks for your kind words. :)

karnali blues
it is, right? :)

tahachaena
haha the dark allures me but i still like to stay on the brighter side of things. you are so kind as ever in your comments. thanks :)





 
Posted on 06-04-14 1:46 AM     [Snapshot: 608]     Reply [Subscribe]
Login in to Rate this Post:     1       ?     Liked by
 

"Being in love has always felt like looking at your wings and forgetting what they are made for" wow, what a way of describing love. Seriously, is love a fetter or a journey to that wonderful realm?
 
Posted on 06-04-14 2:10 AM     [Snapshot: 614]     Reply [Subscribe]
Login in to Rate this Post:     1       ?     Liked by
 

Definately not fetter.. If it is, it's not love. Often times we confuse love with something else. Love is being together, yet being free,life is full of complications, we compromise n we settle for something we don't love, n we end up in fetter..
 
Posted on 06-04-14 12:07 PM     [Snapshot: 697]     Reply [Subscribe]
Login in to Rate this Post:     0       ?    
 

eclectic
i have yet to find that out. so for now it is a mystery. i am even not sure of its existence.
 
Posted on 06-07-14 5:20 AM     [Snapshot: 819]     Reply [Subscribe]
Login in to Rate this Post:     0       ?    
 

"felt like looking at your wings and forgetting what they are made for. “ You hit the bull's-eye referring the feel in love. Simply great. Thumbs up!

 
Posted on 06-07-14 12:04 PM     [Snapshot: 883]     Reply [Subscribe]
Login in to Rate this Post:     0       ?    
 

@bulletproofheart

thanks buddy :)


 
Posted on 07-29-14 3:37 PM     [Snapshot: 1099]     Reply [Subscribe]
Login in to Rate this Post:     0       ?    
 
 


Please Log in! to be able to reply! If you don't have a login, please register here.

YOU CAN ALSO



IN ORDER TO POST!




Within last 7 days
Recommended Popular Threads Controvertial Threads
मन भित्र को पत्रै पत्र!
TPS Work Permit/How long your took?
Another Song Playing In My Mind
Does the 180 day auto extension apply for TPS?
Travelling to Nepal - TPS AP- PASSPORT
NOTE: The opinions here represent the opinions of the individual posters, and not of Sajha.com. It is not possible for sajha.com to monitor all the postings, since sajha.com merely seeks to provide a cyber location for discussing ideas and concerns related to Nepal and the Nepalis. Please send an email to admin@sajha.com using a valid email address if you want any posting to be considered for deletion. Your request will be handled on a one to one basis. Sajha.com is a service please don't abuse it. - Thanks.

Sajha.com Privacy Policy

Like us in Facebook!

↑ Back to Top
free counters