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A random face

Some random faces that we meet in yet random occasions leave a lasting impression. I am not a keen observer and things escape my notice because most of the times I am too engrossed in my own little world. But, sometimes as it happened one fine day, my eyes captured the sight of a face which still lingers afresh in my memory.

My regular routine comprised of paddling my cycle back and forth within the campus. A hundred faces paddled along but never did I mind them. My gaze was always distracted by little things growing by the road or the giant shaped clouds which formed shapes of all kinds. It was a sultry afternoon, I had to hop into the university bus to reach town where I had some task to accomplish. I quickly scanned for the available seats and hurried past a gang of students to grab a seat which was a window seat undoubtedly. Call it the sun or the fondling of the wind or the post effect of lunch, sleep overpowered me. Next, I hear a voice and as I open my eyes ,I see a face. That face with a smile seems to ask me something. What, I hear not. I try to zoom in but no, I don't hear anything and then the face blurs and I don't seem to remember the face.

The bus gave a sudden jolt, my head hits the window pane but i feel no pain. I look out confused and I see a hand comforting my head. I almost look at it bewildered. There, I see the face and flashes come rolling out of memory. Wasn't it the same face that spoke to me in my dream. Wasn't I dreaming? Panic seizes me.

The face yet again said something and I didn't seem to understand. I saw him speak but I heard no words. He stopped for a moment and smiled and signaled me something. God! How stupid i could be, I had my earphones on!

We both had a good laugh and in between what remained unsaid or unasked , that face stayed as a warm memory.

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