Published Jul 31, 2021
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I Wasn't Ready To Say Goodbye

Published Jul 31, 2021
3 mins read
650 words

She stood 2 seats ahead of me in the city bus. I used to travel in the same bus daily, but I saw her for the first time. She was wearing a pretty yellow chudidar I observed three black threads on the back of her fair neck her waist length curly hair is floating in air. I wondered who the beautiful girl was. Surprisingly she got down the bus at our college at that moment may be I'm the most happiest person in the world. I don't her, I didn't even saw her face clearly cause she was turned facing her back towards me in the bus. I think that was the first day of her college. I stopped her at the entrance

“Hey miss….yellow chudidar….”

“ Yes brother…..”

“Brother….? Ok ok are you new joining miss?”

I found that she was little bit nervous and tensed. I observed her fair cheeks turning red. Sweat drops running down her forehead. She started squeezing her beautiful dupatta with teasels. 

“Ok miss cool, no need to panic I'm senior to you if you are new joining..…”

“ Ok Brother I'm new joining music and dance department”

“ Oh that's good I'm in theatre art Department, and by the way don't call me brother, Call me surya, and yours?”

Her pretty round eyes rolled in all directions when I said “don't call me brother” and I falled for her eyes at they moment.

“I'm Sara”

“ Pretty name just like you….”

I tired to put a smile on her face with every word I uttered but she looked me in the way as every girl looks at a flirty boy. I waved my hand to her.

“ Ok Sara meet you later it's getting late to my class”

I observed a sigh of relief in her face just after I said bye. 

“Ok Surya bye”

“ Surya you are such an idiot. Yes ofcourse she is pretty but why are you falling for her just look the way she is looking at you buddy she don't like you" I said to my self and stared walking towards my class.

I can't stop thinking about her through the class. I didn't came out my thinking about her until I heard a loud voice “ where are you Mr. Surya are you here or somewhere else” I suddenly stood and replied" yes sir I'm listening". That whole day I can't stop thinking about her.

3:00 pm afternoon I didn't had my lunch yet. I headed towards canteen to eat something. I found Sara there with 2 boys around her. They are talking to her and she is just nodding her head. I observed that she is feeling not comfortable with those guys. Those guys are my juniors. I walked towards her and greeted her. Those two guys walked away from her soon after they saw me. 

“ Hey Sara had your lunch?”

“Not yet Surya, I just came here to have my lunch but those two guys stopped me and stared eating my brain”

“ Yes I observed these are common in colleges Sara no need to worry "

“ Huh is it, but I don't like flirting guys”

“So you don't like cheesy guys!! What type of guys do you like Sara?”

Sara chuckles……

“ I didn't have any idea about what type of guys do I like….”

“ Really Sara……ok then come to an idea what type of guy you like atleast at the end of the college"

Both chuckles……

“ Ummm can we have lunch together Sara”

“ Yes ofcourse Surya come lets have lunch”

And that one word “yes” make me to touch the sky. I don't know why I like her from the moment I saw her but she is totally different from other girls………

TO BE CONTINUED…WAIT FOR PART-2

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priyanka.basnet 7/31/21, 7:05 AM
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Yes.. part 2
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gutlapalli.rohitha 7/31/21, 7:26 AM
@priyanka.basnet soon😊😊😊
banhisikha_12 7/31/21, 7:52 AM
Nicely written📝 Please follow me and read my blogs😊

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