The Start

On a sunny Saturday, a teenage girl (with big eyes & beautifully studded eyebrows over them, sweet red lips, cute ears which held long hanging earrings and a silky loose hair which ,the purest of black ever seen.) was waiting for a parcel she had ordered in a hotel.

Suddenly she saw an image of a boy (with small eyes , which close entirely even if he smiles, red half collared shirt with cuffs folded to the elbow and a blue jeans under it, with a bag on his back, walking with a high speed) in the mirror of the hotel , it stole her gaze and  gave cool breezes to her heart that made her turn towards the road to look for the boy.

Strangely it was me, whom she had been looking at.  While I was clearing the sweat from my forehead with my index finger, I happened to turn to her. She was beautiful. Though she was in her night wear, she appeared like an angel. “Be in control” saying this to my heart I continued my walk to the office.

Though I am innocent at heart, no stranger will take me as innocent, looking at my personality. I hear whispers about how my style fits only me.  The so called style in me is inculcated by my sister; everything I wear is selected and sent by her. In fact, it is that sweet attachment that makes me so cute when I wear those even when I would prefer simplicity, which fails each and every time, thanks to my sister. It’s our bond that prevents me from saying no to her.

I reached my office only to be greeted by closed doors.  I waited for my colleague who had keys with him. He came and opened the doors to the office, I went straight to my place and started my work, it was 15 days since I joined so I lacked enough relation with my colleagues to make a good conversation, I noticed one of my colleagues never shut his mouth for even a  single minute, a complete and wholesome chatterbox.

From the very first day at the office my mind fixed chatter box as his name, while I keep working that chatter box keeps talking to me and suddenly shouts or laughs, then I give a big fake smile  (but no one will mark it as fake, I am quite good at that) and continue my work throwing one of my ears to listen to  that chatter box’s sounds.

 Even as I do my work, I  look at the clock for every half an hour waiting for the time to hasten  so that I can leave office for home. Then at around 3’0 clock my boss asked:

“Hey! Koushik, haven’t you left to your hometown?”

“Not yet sir, I replied , the train is at 4:30pm, I will leave by 3:30pm.”

“Ok. Koushik, which train are you going to catch?”

“Rayalaseema Express sir, it’s timings are perfectly suited for me.”

“Ok, Mister. Have a nice journey!” he wished and I replied with a thanks.

Then when it was time I left the office with all my stuff and on the way downstairs I Google the route map to railway station and as  the navigation started, I kept my headphones on and I headed towards railway station listening to the classic music with a route commentary in the background.

As I walked, I looked around, watching the buildings, stores etc,. Then I happened to see a laptop service centre , which brought forth thoughts of  the problem I had been facing with my laptop for past two weeks. I thought of getting the laptop repaired after I returned from my vacation, I continued  on my path. I ususally thought the guys who roam on roads are useless and jobless fellows, but today gave me the advantage of roaming on road round the city and observing.

Thinking of the days I wasted without roaming , I continued listening to the music and following the route commentary. I  peeked at my mobile to know the when I could possibly reach the railway station. At that time,  a man came asking directions to the Sri Venkateswara college of polytechnique, , I laughed within till I felt my stomach may burst.

I was following google maps to reach my destination, how can I help him? I said “sorry! Uncle I am new to this place”. While he was leaving I got my brain into my hands and called him back searching for the destination he had to reach. Then seeing the route map I told him that it is 1.5 km from the place he is standing and suggested him to take an auto so that he can reach correctly.

I continued on my path and walked for about 300 m  after which I stopped walking,  as I saw the railway station to my right.  I  raised my head  and in my heart I had a feeling that I have succeeded in something I never did before. With all that happiness inside me I entered the railway station.