A – Box – Life – I n K i N g -> eXisTenCE

They are on the same earth. Their ways of love are different.

For her, Love is remembering all of her past beautiful memories. She does not even want to learn how to let things go. Holding each of those seconds is her approach to keep Love alive. She is somewhat stubborn in this case. She cannot understand how love changes its own definition according to state of affairs.

And for him, Love is all about to see a girl once a week just for fifteen minutes and that to be from a distance of near about forty feet. He doesn’t even know her name. Sometimes, he thinks that his love story or life story is like a movie. But then, movies are also inspired from life. So it is not that unusual. He knows that every Friday at around one o’clock in the afternoon a bus will stop in front of a small restaurant next to his house and he will get to see her.

She never gets down from the bus. She always gets a window seat and has ever searching, hypnotizing eyes. He assumes all he knows about her, are enough to be her companion. He does not know the name of his exact feeling, but he feels a compassionate desirability for her. She always gives an impression of an inquisitive soul. He just wants to become her companion on the journey of her searching process. But he never approaches her. He is happy with this short moment look over.

This bus journey towards home always seems charming to her. The worst part is to buy ticket standing in a long queue every time. But there is no other better way around. Train journey will cause her to opt for another small but tiring bus ride. But this bus stops only once in the whole journey except the destination- in front of one of the restaurants at a specific place. She just hates this fifteen minutes. Moving bus and the strong drive of wind give her a feeling of getting away of everything.

Today is another Friday. She is standing just one step ahead of him in front of the ticket counter. He is hearing her voice for the first time. He always has a fascination for the first-time-thing. His first football match win, first ever dish he made to make his mother happy on her birthday, his first prize, his first cycle, each and every first of his life. He couldn’t believe himself. Is he really buying a bus ticket? The answer what his heart gave is a YES. He gets into the bus. But he gets a seat in the next row of hers. In the twenty minutes between buying the ticket and getting into the bus he just imagined how he would start talking to her sitting on her next. But something different was waiting for his fate. He is watching her continuously. She keeps her bag in the upper bunk. Her hairs are playing with her face. She seems very tired yet beautiful. In this scenario it is not possible to talk to her. It won’t be nice to do so. He just remained quiet in his imaginations and his eyes simply followed her movements.

He is thinking and thinking. But all is in vain. He is not getting any bright idea to communicate to her. But it was not his motto of having a journey in the same bus. He just wanted to extend his fifteen minutes to four hours. But he can’t even get to see her face now. For him it is becoming more and more strange with each minute. An idea is blinking in his mind now. He is carrying only a cigarette packet and a match box along with a wallet. He requests a boy sitting next to him for one white paper and a pen.

While keeping the bag she saw this man sitting just following her. He was ogling at her. She exclaimed with irritation in her mind. But she didn’t remember it for a long time. She is now listening to her favorite song. She remembers that this song was emailed by someone and it became her favorite song at once. It is truly said that nostalgia can make moments sweeter than anything. Life becomes really idyllic with simple and memorable things. But on the next second she felt a pain generated from the uneven surface of her long-loved -broken-imaginations. She once chose Love over Hate and after that she was dying a bit every day. She concludes herself a non-special person whose need of happiness remains unconsidered in spite of her every progressive try.

This time the bag is quite heavy. She takes an auto and goes to her home. She gets a small strange box wrapped with a golden paper inside her bag. It makes her astonished because she is sure that it does not belong to her. Anyone else also can’t put it into the bag as no one is there in the hostel. She was the last one to go. There is something unusual about the wrapping paper. It seems like a paper that is generally found in cigarette box. She has doubts in the idea of unwrapping it. She takes two minutes to think. A match box!!! Someone must have played a prank on her. She gets annoyed. She opens it and throws it to the dustbin. A white thing flies down on the floor while throwing. She unfolds the paper.

He is not that type of a boy who proposes like this. Proposing someone happens only once. It should take place in a very exquisite ambiance. At that time he was not getting any beautiful words to write. So he wrote only a sentence. Now he is thinking whether his deed is right or wrong. Suddenly he gets a smile on his face seeing her in an auto. He thinks that he has to wait a full week again. But he decides that in the next week he will try to get a seat next to her. Then he goes to the ticket counter again but this time to return back.

The paper with one and only sentence now gets a place in a page in her diary. Every time she opens her diary and specially this specific page, it says her ….