As I waited at the bus stop today,I was reminded of a face. The aqua coloured eyes, the disarming smile and the engaging talk of the person followed next.Somehow I couldn't let go off it when I climbed onto the bus.I sat and somehow got a humch to look back. To see whether the girl I had loved was there or not.You know one of those moments where you dearly want something to happen.Well,it was not.She wasn't there.The glass window reflected only what I had in my mind. I opened it in order to see tall,leafy trees but that face didn't leave me.It followed me like a shadow.The leaves swirled in the wind reminding me of her hair. What a joy it was to watch them fall on her face and then get lifted up by the same wind.The journey continued.Bus in forward direction,my mind in reverse.Our story was too good to be true.Maybe fate had something else in store.The bus suddenly came across a ditch and as the driver braked and I jerked forward,I remembered the day she broke the news to me. Her parents didn't approve me. Not because I was of the same age as her, not because she was much better off than me but because we belonged to different castes. My mind had suddenly stopped all thought process that day.Caste,creed,religion..Is that what everyone lived for?? I tried to convince her parents but all was in vain.The conductor woke me up from my relapse by the words 'last stop aagaya hai'.It all ended for me. The journey of a broken heart,broken promises and a broken happily ever after ending.All that remained was her face.One which I couldn't let go off as easily as the bus ticket.

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