Everything is same but We are Not….

Yes he was here playing pranks with his friends on this metro station “Yamuna Bank”. In white t shirt imprinted with statue of liberty and wet with his sweat.We used to wait here…….

Technically I had completed my one month that day in college and in Delhi. We all were going for rehearsal of dandiya competition  and he was among one of the participants. Although I had never seen him before or may be I might have seen but I might had not noticed him early. He seemed to be cheerful with his talks . Accidentally during his one of the pranks he hit me with his dandiya and may be that was the first time he saw me with a puppy look in his eyes he said sorry. That was the first day when I saw him , I was not knowing that day would have such a great impact in my graduation life. Although we ended after a year of happiness, love and affection and the irony it ended where it started same place Yamuna  Bank.

It’s our farewell today but unfortunately in my heart everything thing seems to start from the very first day I saw him. I don’t know why these memories are getting blurred what is this happening to me…

I am no more sitting beside him and he is not looking towards me not even when I have draped his favorite color saree not even when I am sitting right in front of him… yes everything seems to change now but fortunately these scars given to me by these memories are still same. Not even a single memory is fading every little bit of it is same…

Same metro same friends same he and same me but unfortunately its not the same us and may be it would be the last Metro which we would board together.

But this would not happen because if this happens I would keep chasing the memories without letting my self to move on…..

Yes I need to miss this metro to let these memories go…

“Rihana let them go we would take the one”

and with alarm doors open rush goes out and goes in and then he turns and those  pairs of eyes bids me the final good bye with a silent gaze”

Short Story Delhi Metro Life of Ladies

Did You have Karela in your breakfast
😒😒😒
Early morning rush.. metro fully packed with people but the irony in metro is you might love or hate one of the fragrance or smell of deo or shampoos whose name u might not even know… at least for me who is not one of them who is not very much into brand names..okk before we get diverted of the topic did u have Karela for break fast in the morning let’s have further view in this metro Ladies Coach ..
ahh she is pretty big round eyes perfectly shaped eyebrows plumpy lips n omg look the hairs going below her waist😍😍😍😍 long black thick one . ahh nails painted well with peach shade😏😏 good choice . perfectly played with
colors all over herself from tip to toe …
aaaachhu😪 but this smell of deo is yuck it seems it would eat my nostrils 😖😖.. ok leave it but Why are those plumpy lips looking so disturbed 😳😳😳😳
ohhh she is muttering something ohhh now I get it 😎 she is irritated of the rush.. oh no her hairs got stuck in the bag of aunty wid purple lipstick😖😖ewwww not a nice shade..
ouch that hurts 😢😢😢 never mind just a few hairs are gone aajane hai yar ghar ki kheti hai😜😜..
Oh no her plumpy lips look more weird now.
awww dnt stare that kid girl he is so cute
: by mistake stepped on your feets. Ohhh shit shit shit😱😱😱😱 no no no dnt shout pretty lady with plumpy lips he is so small u have to get down on next stand do baba ramdev’s trick take a deep long breath ya right der in out in out…
aww look at him poor little kid he is scared no wait a min lady he is staring you oh no it seems somthing fishy going inside his head …..
see plumpy lips here comes ur stand oh no your dupatta got struck der wait a minute its not struck its the kid who is holding it listen to him what he is trying to say..” aunty take my chocolate I guess your mumma gave u Karela for breakfast…. .”😝😝😝😝
ohh no this is my stand too bye guys this is my stand too catch u later.