In Morning..at bus stop.. "Didi this bus will go to Ulsoor?" a tiny fragile voice asked me. She was about 5 yrs old kid, with shiney black dress with Chamaki, And big red bag. As I could see, the bag was soo big, she herself could fit inside it !
hmm.. So she asked me a question, while bus was going ahead.. I said "Yes.." and she smiled looking at the bus going ahead.
I asked,"Going at school?". again the fragile voice replied, yes.. You are going alone ? .. yes.. (with happy smile.. like achievemnt) :-).
Hey where is your scool uniform? and she replied "birthday!" I wished her with a chocolate, and she said in same fragile voice thank you.
Now she was my friend! May just for next half hour but she was :).
We traveled together, till Ulsoor, she talked about school and all And suddenly asked , Whats the time?? I told and she said nervously, "only 5 minutes to start the school.." I said, "ohhh... dear dont get afraid Today is your day , birthday girl ! No one will say anything to you.", and i smiled. She looked at me with confusion, i nodded that its true. And she believed ! And was very happy .. Till then we reached till her bus stop , she got up from het place , went till door and looking back towards me..as if I was someone differnt. she got down , dint forget to waved to me !
As I waved back, I saw some Chamaki on my hand, from her dress..
Now when I am writing its still shining on on my hand..
People leave things behind… Unknowingly....
