Bicycle
Drizzling just might not be the word I’m looking for but someone was crying somewhere and I wondered why above my head. The bus came and just as daily it stopped five to six meters before the bus stop. Everybody, just as daily, ran five to six meters towards it most of whom had just come from that direction including me. Of course, I had tried once to stop and stand at the bus’s bus stop but I should’ve known it would be of no use.
I wasn’t wearing my raincoat, it leaked, and so I had my umbrella with me. I climbed the bus. I was on it, it was moving, my umbrella got stuck in the bus entrance with its handle in my hand which I was pulling, turning, twisting even squeezing, sucking was of no help but not like last time I was on the bus. A gentleman came and helped me out with my umbrella. He had something white on his hair. Some kind of white stuff but it was like a small white dot. I knew it wasn’t dandruff as I thanked him.
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At one of the bus’s bus stop I looked out of the window and saw a yellow leaf fall down on the wet ground out of nowhere between the green plants in a row. I was pleased to notice that I was wearing a green dress, too. Not the notification of the similarity that pleased me but that of the colour.
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Office wasn’t so tiring today because I couldn’t do my work. How could’ve I not think of the non-dandruff and not non-dot like stuff on the peons hair and also my boss’s hair. Height of irritation. U can’t tell them about it. I checked mine thoroughly in the washroom assuming that God was giving me signs of something resting on my head but I found nothing. And it didn’t help the uneasiness when I saw the hair of that man pass by outside on the road on his bike. I guess I got to get my eyes checked.
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I was sitting in the restaurant. That small baby on the seat in front of me saw me playing with my bracelet. I saw him too or else how would I know he saw me but I gave not much of a notice to it. I looked down under the table at my feet. Saw those sandals who damage the existance of my bare feetesness and yet are so helpfull.
I looked back at the chiled. I knew he was about to smile at me before he did not. I kept staring. Oh, yes, he was just on the verge of it. I knew he was going to for forty minutesand at last he did not. My hope couldn’t handle the despair or his dumb stiff eyes at me and so I screamed at him, “Smile, dammit, smile!!!” His parents agapped at me with white dots on their hair. Just as soon as I had screamed the child vomited a whole lotta stuff and started crying aloud. I fell hard in an argument with the parents. Then, finally, they had to agree it was none of my fault but I had to pay their bill .
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I entered my house. Mr. Legrand was watching the television. I wished him a goodevening. He looked at me with an irritating white dot on his head and screamed, “Bicycle!” And ran out of the house pulling his pants from falling down.
-F.K.
Duh nston says:
the ensuing darkness of the spotted mind?! this is rather quaint. i like it.
November 18th, 2005 at 05:00 pm
Neha says:
Proof read! Please.
November 19th, 2005 at 01:17 am
Kunal Goel says:
Neha I don’t assume that the author made an error unless I clarify with the author. And in this case I cannot contact the author so I let it remain the way it is.
November 19th, 2005 at 03:36 am