While sitting in a Kashmere Gate – Noida Sector 22 bus, I noticed one person in the last half an hour of my ride. He was constantly looking at one picture of a girl in his mobile phone. He was looking into it from different views, and zooming into different parts, and to his credit, he never went beyond the face.
For 25 minutes, he kept observing the 4 pictures he had in his phone of that girl from different angles. He seemed to be so into the picture that he was unaware of a few people staring at him, including me, and it seemed he didn’t care either. I developed a thought in my mind how much he loves that girl that he is so lost in her pictures.
For the most part of 25 minutes, I was looking in his direction, while the most romantic songs, mixed with a few sad songs were constantly being played in my ears courtesy mobile mp3s, and my choice of songs. They added a background effect to that man’s love story, if there was any.
After the end of those 25 minutes, he closed the picture, and put his phone in his pocket, and observed people around if anyone was looking. I just for a moment turned my head the other side, as if to tell him I didn’t see anything. But I managed to see a small tear twinkling in his left eye. I was thinking here’s another Devdas, and started feeling pity, and sorry for him, and for the girl who couldn’t get such boy who loved her so much.
The next 5 minutes or so made me feel how soon we form an opinion of something, and how quickly we change it, hurting our ego, but keeping all within ourselves. We shout to world when what we proclaim comes out to be truth, while if it isn’t, we don’t say anything.
As the Kashmere Gate appeared, the boy moved towards the back door, followed by a cry of ‘Papa’. I failed to notice a lady sitting beside him, who herself didn’t look of much age, and wasn’t the girl in the mobile phone of the boy, who was in fact a man, carrying a small child by his hand.
“Bastard!” was all I could think…
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