Waving Hand (Boy's Perspective)

Guys usually expect some beautiful lady to be their seat partner; especially when they are traveling alone, are in night bus and there is real long distance to travel. But what would they really do when they have it?
**
‘Come on! I gave you ten rupees and showed you my identity card...that means I should get rupees two back.’ I said to this young boy whom we call ‘Khalasi’.
‘But I gave it to you dai.’ He replied.
‘No yaar! Not at all! Why would I discuss if I have got!’
‘Wait then...’ he said.
‘I will be getting down at Kalanki, and it’s just couple of minutes left to be there.’
‘Uff’
‘Kalanki! Kalanki’ he shouted.
I dropped down, I had this Camel Mountain bag on my back, it was damn crowd so after saying sorry for six times I managed to get out.
‘Bhai my money!’ I said.
‘Oh here it is...’ he gave me a coin.
The bus moved slowly when I heard him saying.. .'Greedy! People discuss for two'. Yes I do because I know how it feels to earn. I didn’t care...I was excited! Just excited! Because I was going to my sweet home! Biratnagar!
‘Oh! It’s five already and the departure time was mentioned five pm’
Hurriedly I searched my bus...'So where the hell is my bus...Royal Sita?' Okay, got that! After matching the bus number, I got inside. I found my seat A4. Nah! It was not the seat near window, but I never cared. The best part of sitting in this side is you can get out whenever you want. It was hot...Chaitra’s definitely hot...and the ending days of Chaitra are comparatively more hot. I was in my half pant, Yes I prefer half pant in summer and I really don’t care if there’s someone who minds if I wear it. I took off my shirt and sat in half pant and sando, and plugged in my earphone. So, Bob Dyalan was singing...Knock..Knock..Knocking on heaven’s door...’ and all of a sudden...
‘Excuse me! That’s my seat’ female voice came.
‘Ooh!! Are you sure?’ I asked myself, but their she said, ‘A3, that’s mine’. Now the worst part of sitting here is you need to get up every time whenever your seat partner wants to move, but when it is for beautiful ladies, we don’t mind. So I came out, let her go in and took my seat. It feels awkward for sure, me sitting in such a stupid dress in front of a girl. ‘The answer my friend...is blowing in the wind’ was the song when she asked me the time. 5.30, I said and pretended as if I don’t care for beautiful girls.
‘So when will the bus start?’
‘The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind.’ I felt like saying this, but how could I?’
‘Khai, maybe at 5.45’
From the corner of my eyes, I was looking at her. Damn! She looks gorgeous. But why do girls care for make ups? Even at the time of traveling? And why do they often play with her hairs? So the songs on my ear phone were going and going. I love Dylan’s words.
**
So the bus started almost at six. She was staring out and continuously staring as if she would get some place where there is box of gold buried simply by watching. I was busy with my own list of songs. Pink Floyd is mine another favorite...They were singing comfortably numb…and my eyes were equally stealing some glances of her face…6.30pm. Thankot checkpost. Okay, only after crossing Thankot I feel like we are getting out. ‘I closed my eyes and focused on the lyrics...’When I was a child...I had a fever..’ and suddenly heard chuckling plastic sound. Just opened my eyes and found that she opened her Kurkure.
‘Wanna have it?’ she asked.
Now that’s the difference, we guys love Kurkure with drinks and girls love whenever they get.
‘No Thanks...’ I said and closed my eyes again. The smell tasted good, but how can I say yes? Anyone in my place would reject it maybe. It was getting dark...Guys usually expect some beautiful lady to be their seat partner, specially when they are traveling alone, are in night bus and there is real long distance to travel. But what would they really do when they have it? I now wonder.
‘What’s the time?’ She asked me again.
‘7.15pm.’ I said
‘Oh I need to call my mom!’ She said and called her mom. Now when she has got her cell phone, why has she been asking the time with me? I thought...ahem...she needs a company? It would be fun to talk to her…But...only if she again talks...maybe I should…
**
She talked for almost half an hour...and must have repeated this... ‘I am fine mom’ almost dozen of times. My sister called me as well.
‘Dada where are you?’
‘Naubise crossed!’
‘Okay bye!’
Simple talk and we ended. She was still talking. Okay she now kept her phone and asked if we crossed Naubise. Yeah, it has already been half an hour. She seriously seems as if she wants to talks to me.
‘Where are you from?’ she asked.
‘Biratnagar...and you?’
‘Kathmandu...Biratnagar is my mama’s home...So I go there before exams so that I can concentrate on my studies.’
‘Okay what exams?’
‘Twelve...it's after a month so...and what do you do?’
‘I am dong BBA and returning home after completing this third semester. I will be there for a week and back again.’
We went silent for a while and she asked me...
‘What have you been listening?’
‘English Classics!’
‘Beatles type?’
‘Not exactly...’ But I had Beatles song. ‘You love Beatles?’
‘No I never listen them...Biber...and especially Hindi music.’
‘Okay..Taste differs!’
‘Where have we reached? Any idea?’ She asked after sometime.
‘Malekhu..and see those camps...We had camping there year back!’
‘Wow...have we crossed that cable car thing?’
‘Nope...Have you been to Manakamana?’
‘No, not yet...my parents are damn busy so...what about you?’
She then asked me if she could listen to my choice of songs and shared my earphone and I played this favorite song...Let it be...the Beatles type. Maybe she was enjoying it. I could say it from her moving legs...and lips…Song followed by Imagine...Lenon’s and Mother..I was explaining her history of Lenon and then Kuringtar came and I showed her 'cable car thing'. She removed the earphone while Beatles were up with ‘Obla Di Obla Da...’ and said me...
‘Would you mind if I say you something?’
‘No why would I?’
‘You are in cool dress up!’
I now felt total shy. Was completely messed up...and her comments...maybe she should not have said that. She turned her face and probably felt that she should not have said that...We remained silent for almost half an hour and then she asked me the time again. I said ten minutes to nine and I thought of making fun....
‘When you have cell phone in your hand, why do you ask me time again and again?’
I could see her face red now. ‘Sorry was just revenge of that cool dress up thing.’ I said. She slightly bet me. I felt good.
'What is your name?' she asked.
‘Bhuwan...’ I said.
‘Bhuwan…What?’
‘Bhuwan Dahal’ I said
‘So you a Brahmin?’
‘Yes, but does that make sense?’ I said.
‘No! Not unless you are going to marry.’
Eww...now that was too much! ‘What’s your name?’ I asked.
‘Payal’
‘Thats something sweet name’ I thought and maybe said to myself, she probably didn’t hear it.. I then looked down and pretended as if I was searching something down at her leg.
‘What are you searching?’ she asked.
‘You said Payal right? So where it is?’
She laughed...She was again so beautiful.
‘You are funny! What do you do besides studying?’ she asked.
‘I am a writer…Freelance writer’ I said.
‘So what do you write?’
‘Anything’
‘Like?’
‘Like...Umm...sky is beautiful or criticizing Teej or riding cycle.’
She was not satisfied, but what could I do? How can I explain her? She was not satisfied, but what could I do? How can I explain her something more than that? Thank God! The bus stopped, I got out...washed my dusty face...got refreshed. I had something to eat, but was feeling shy in front of her. Oops! She called me from the window itself and said me to sit. She opened her hot case and said me to sit and give her company. I was refusing but no one wins girl. It was Paratha, cooked by her, damn tasty and I enjoyed. Now I took out my Tiffin box and opened it…The chops I brought from college canteen was cold…but still I forced her to have it…
‘I am sure you didn’t cook this…who did?’ She asked.
‘Shanker Dev’s canteens dai! I bought it to have it’.
‘So you student of Shanker Dev?’
‘Yeah…why?’
‘Involved in Dang Dungs?’ she said with her hand moving.
‘Naah! No way!’
‘There is dang dung there so often, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, but BBA is away from it!’
‘Okay! Where are we now? And how long will they take to stay here?’
‘At Ramnagar! They stop here for almost half an hour!’
‘Whats the ti…’ and she stopped, '11pm' I said and laughed.
‘What more do you have to eat?’ she said.
I took out apples and gave her. I took it as well. I love apples basically at the time of traveling. Then took out Kurkure…Now she scolded me…
‘Why did you refuse earlier?’ she shouted.
Coz…I take it with drinks!’ I said.
‘Wow! You got drinks?’ She asked…I stayed mum.
‘Come on! Take it out, lets share…If it’s hard just a peg...I really want to try it!’
‘Nope! Can beer and just one!’ I said.
‘Doesn’t matter! Take it out…she said and we shared can beer’.
I knew she was okay. The bus moved, and now she wanted to share earphone again. This time I played ‘Stair way to heaven’ and she jumped with joy after few minutes. And the reason was just that she loved the place…Paras Bus Park of Narayangath. She asked me to play ‘Let it be’ again. I carefully played it so that the Aaaah Aaah Aaah Stuff would not disturb me there.
‘You travel alone at night….don't you feel afraid?’ I said.
‘No! My dad mom are worried, but they forget the fact that I am a black belt.’
‘Wow! I am scared!’
‘Don’t even think anything wrong…got that?’ she said.
We were sitting close...Maybe without knowing and all of sudden she asked me…
‘Do you have a girl?’
‘Now that was too much for strange girl to ask me. I never prefer to share my private stuffs with anyone, but when she asked me…I could really not reject.. So I said…
‘Had one...But I am single these days.’
‘And what about you?’ I asked.
‘No! I don’t trust boys!’
Now I could realize we are different, I don’t trust girl and she don’t trust a boy. So we both were listening to the same song…Too much love will kill you…the song then followed by Billy Joel’s She is always a women...Eagles Take it easy…
**
3.45 am. I woke up. So it was Lahan. She was sleeping on my hand…making it her pillow…I can feel her…feels good. I thought of waking her up, but again thought nothing’s wrong there. I don’t know how others felt about it, but it was so good to see her sleeping…She really is so sweet. I again plugged earphone and went with Bohemian Rhapsody…The original Queen’s version. I really love this song. Every words had some weight...followed by Owl City’s song. This band is so sweet. After almost an hour, I had the album ‘Speak Now’ now. Taylor’s song really touches me.

4.55am…The bus stopped near Koshi…not exactly near Koshi, but the bus had to rotate it's wheel still for almost twenty minutes to reach there…Pedas..I had to take home. I could now feel her moving…She woke up?
‘What time is it?’ She asked.
‘5 am’
‘How long now?’ she said with her sleepy and lazy voice.
‘Umm….almost two hours.’ I said.
‘Sorry! Did I trouble you?’
‘No! Not at all! I didn’t mind!’
We shared the view of Koshi together. I threw the two rupee coin to Koshi…Yes the coin I only had.
‘Didn’t you sleep?’ She asked.
‘I slept…but not so long!’
She drank water and asked me what was I listening to? She now took one without even asking me…and said…I love her song. Thank God! Atleast at some places our taste matches.
I can see her lips moving with the lyrics…’You are the best thing, that’s ever been mine….’, ‘You’ll be the prince and I’d be your princess…’ I would surely be if she would say it to me...but no any bad feelings! I controlled! ‘Never thought we had a last kiss…’
**
5.30am; So we reached Inaruwa…She caught me staring at her…’So you…find me beautiful?’ She asked...
This girl is damn frank…I stayed mum…She took her cell phone and was doing something. I didn’t care…and suddenly showed it to me…
’Is this you?’ She was actually searching me on Facebook and sent me a request…In no time I accepted it…
‘We are friends…right?’ I asked.
‘Go and ask Facebook now! Stupid!’ She replied.
We crossed Inaruwa, crossed Jhumka…I don’t remember everything she said...but I was attentively listening to her, carefully watching her without missing a single moment…We reached Ithari…crossed Khanar…Crossed Duhabi…I don’t know what she is speaking, but she is continuously speaking..
‘Hey! Where do you live in Biratnagar?’ She waved hand in front of my face.
‘Umm…Umm…Pokhariya…ne..near Teenpaini.’
‘I know that place…Rath Yatra begins from there right?’
‘Yes’
‘Bad luck! I live at Tintoliya!’ pretty far’
Now I don’t understand what she meant by ‘Bad Luck’. In fact I felt the same. It was a bad luck for me as the place we lived was far.
‘So when shall we meet for Pani Puri Mister Freelancer?’ she asked.
‘Any time…’ I said.
‘Don’t worry…I’ll call you through Facebook hai?’ She said.
‘Bargachhi!!’ The conductor shouted.
I had to get out... .’Bye Friend’ I said...She waved her hand…I got out, could see my birth place after six long months…I watched the changes there…and could see her waving hand…I waved my hand…but did she see it?

This is just the first part from the vision of Boy...Inorder to read the next half, the vision of Girl, go to the link:

http://dwaiipon.blogspot.com/2011/08/waving-hand-girls-prespective.html

Waving Hand (Girl's prespective)

Waving Hand (Girl's perspective)

Girls are truly cursed before their birth. From the very early age of teen they need to go through bloody stuffs. All because of this bloody stuffs they are always restricted from their any sort of freedom.
**
‘Thanks bhai...now return back, I will be back after a month’ I told to my brother who took me till Kalanki in his bike.
‘But didi, I still request you not to go, it’s damn hot there…’
‘Bhai, I can make concentration there...else these Sunita, Ankita will keep on disturbing me, and I can’t study well.’ Sunita and Ankita are my friends who stay near my home. Its fun to be with them, but they never realize the importance of exam. So after much request, my brother returned back. I know he was sad...but I was determined. 5.05 was the time, and the departure time was 5. Where is ‘Royal Sita’? So, I got into the bus. A3; that was my seat. I prefer sitting near window, so bought the ticket of this seat today early itself.
‘Excuse me! That’s my seat’. I told to this guy who was sitting in his seat. A4. I did not want to disturb him, but since I had to get in, I had to speak. ‘Uff...now what is he looking at my face...Oh! he has got his earphone plugged, I may need to speak again..’ I thought, but he got out of his seat and let me go inside. Now, I gave a rough look at him. He is sitting in half pant and a sando with earphone plugged in.
It is boring. I am all alone, and entire night is left...The guy near me didn’t seem talkative anyway. So what should I do now? I didn’t bring my earphone either...Ehh! Traveling alone is not so fun. I think I should talk to this guy. He probably is not a gay, not to be interested to beautiful girl. I knew I was beautiful because dozens of guys already proposed me in last two years.
‘What’s the time?’ I asked.
‘5.30’ Ohh! He gave me direct reply and didn’t really show any symptom that he wants to talk to me. But it’s difficult to travel all this way being silent...
‘So when will the bus start?’ I asked again.
‘Khai maybe at 5.45’ I knew he had no idea as well, but I was expecting for some more words. Girls are truly cursed before their birth. From the very early age of teen they need to go through bloody stuffs. All because of this bloody stuffs they are always restricted from their any sort of freedom. I don’t blame my mom and dad for it though.
**
So, the bus started almost at 6. It was something stupid to look at him and begin talk, so I was looking outside the window. Ooh! I really have nothing to do. I was not hungry, but still took out Kurkure. I thought of offering him, but his eyes were closed. I opened it, and saw his eyes open.
‘Wanna have it? I asked.
‘No Thanks’ he replied. This is surprising. How can guys ignore beautiful girls like me? If he is not interested, why should I bother? It was not that I was scared, but it is difficult for girls like us to travel alone. I did not have had experience either; but the bus had other peoples too...which made me feel that I am safe. It was not first time that I was traveling to Biratnagar, but it was first time I was all alone. I never cared for the places earlier, but today I want to...
‘What’s the time?’ I asked to him. I know I should not have asked, but I just slipped...
‘7.15 pm’ one more not interested explaining direct words.
‘Oh I need to call my mom’ I actually have not informed her, because she would never allow me to go there and I had to spoil my twelve exams as well.
I know my mom cares for me, so she was surprised at my decision. It took me almost half an hour to explain the reason why I was going. She is supportive, but she fears just because I am a girl. I don’t criticize her, but after all she is a mother. I had to explain every reason from Sunita, Anita’s disturbance to everything. I can say this guy must have grown mad hearing my talk, so thought of giving one more try...
‘Where are you from?’ I asked.
‘Biratnagar...and you?’ He asked...I was only expecting for one word’s reply and ‘and you?’ made me excited...
‘Kathmandu, Biratnagar is my Mama’s home so I go there before exams so that I can concentrate on studies.’ I finally got to speak...did I speak more than necessary?
‘Okay, what exams?’ he said removing his one earphone.
‘Twelve...it’s after a month so...And what do you do?
‘I am doing my BBA and returning home after completing his third semester; I will be there for a week and back again’
We went silent for a while and I asked...
‘What have you been listening to?’
‘English Classics’
‘Beatles type?’ I asked because my brother sometimes used to listen and I never cared of what he listened.
‘Not exactly, You love Beatles?’
‘No I never listen to them, Biber...and especially Hindi musics’ I said.
‘Okay taste differs.’ He replied.
What I can conclude now is he is not any ‘Khate’ type of guy. Studying BBA and interest in such music are the only facts I got from him and I am sure he is not that type.
‘Where have we reached?’ I asked him.
‘Malekhu, and see those camps, we had camping there year back.’ I know guys enjoy a lot...’Wow! Have we crossed cable car thing?’ I asked.
‘Nope…Have you been to Manakamana?’ He then asked me.
‘No not yet, my parents are damn busy so...what about you?’
I sometimes wish I was a boy to enjoy all those. But I did not show any jealousy rather requested him to share his ear phone...And the song was saying that when I am in times of trouble...Mother Mary comes to me...speaking words of wisdom...Let it be. I seriously liked the lyrics and his choice...He then played imagine…I had no idea. Who were the singers? He was also explaining something, maybe about the song or the singer, I don’t know. He then played few other songs, but let it be was great.
He also showed my cable car thing.
‘Would you mind if I say you something?’ I asked.
‘No! Why would I?’ he said.
‘You are in cool dress up!’ I said, and felt like laughing; but I could see him turning shy. I knew he minded...but why should I act smart? Stupid me...I should not have said that. Now I felt awkward to begin talk with him. I really should not have said that. We remained silent almost for half an hour; and I asked the time again...
‘Ten Minutes to nine...when you have cell phone in your hand, why do you ask time and again…’ He popped out. Now my face got red, very red. In fact I was nervous. Stupid! Why should he insult me? He then said ‘Sorry was just revenge of that cool dress up thing.’ I slightly bet him. Now I don’t know why I touched him.
‘What’s your name?’ I asked.
‘Bhuwan’
‘Bhuwan what?’
‘Bhuwan Dahal’
‘So you a Brahmin?’
‘Yes, but does that make sense?’ He said.
‘No! Not unless you are going to marry.’
Uff...now why did I say this? My family though they live in capital believes in caste and was kind of conservative. I knew they won’t let me marry any other caste and if I had t marry I knew I had to elope. But I feel people of same caste have similar nature. Now, I can’t imagine myself marrying some Mongolians. So Chhettri...up to Newar…I could cope up with. I don’t think it would be that difficult. But why did I say him? He looks okay, not so bad though’. Now it was his turn...’what’s your name?’
‘Payal’ I said. And now, what is he looking at my feet. My shoes were not new, but I knew they did not smell bad. ‘What are you searching?’ I had to ask.
‘You said Payal right…so where it is?’ he did not care for my last name.
I now find him interesting…so I could not stop laughing.
‘You are funny what do you do besides studying?’ I asked.
‘I am a writer…freelance writer’ he said.
Now I really didn’t know what freelance writer was...Maybe someone who writes for free...Or maybe who writes just for collecting as a hobby…I am dumb…
‘So what do you write?’ I asked.
‘Anything’ He said.
‘Like?’
‘Like umm…sky is beautiful…or criticizing Teej or riding cycle.’
Now this is amazing. What does he really write? Sky is blue? Criticizing Teej? Cycling? And where does he write this? On wall? On blackboard? or on copy? Even I write on copy. I don’t call myself writer though'. Is he trying to impress me? Now what happened? Why did the bus stop? Oh! Time for dinner? Yap, I am hungry. He got out, I sat there itself. I hate getting out and for single teen lady; I knew it was not a good idea to get out in this dark. I now thought of calling him back and called him. I opened it and proposed him to have aalu paratha. I told him that it was cooked by me, but he still was refusing...but after a minute of drama he took and had it. I could feel that he liked it from the act of sucking fingers. Now, even he had something...Oh Tiffin box...opened it...And said me to have...It was chop..Yeah cold but anything on bus tastes good.
'I am sure you didn’t cook this...who did?' I asked. His casual style of living clearly indicated me that he is not a good cook....at least he does not cook as dinner for travel for sure.
'Shanker Dev's canteen's dai, I bought to have it.' he replied.
'So you …the student of Shanker Dev?' I asked again
'Yeah...why?'
I knew Shanker Dev was kind of politics affiliated place and the terrors in that particular area is common. So I asked..'Involved in Dang Dungs?'
'Naah...No way!'
'There is dang dung there, so often isn’t it?'
'Yes but BBA is away from it!'
Now I had no idea why BBA is away from it...I could have insulted him but...
'Okay where are we now? And how long will it take to stay here?' I asked.
'At Ramnagagar, they stop here almost for half hour' he acted smart as if he was the driver.
'What's the t...'I stopped. I simply forgot his insult earlier. He said it was 11.00 and laughed. Huh! Why should he laugh? Drama of guys!
'What more do you have to eat?' I asked.
He gave apples to me. I am not such huge fan of apple but, its okay to have it. Again he took out Kurkure and said me to share it. I could realize that earlier he felt it difficult to have mine, if I was in his place I would have done the same, but Bhuwan is getting friendly with me...So I asked...
'Why did you refuse it earlier?'
'Coz...I take it with drinks!'
'Wow! You got drinks?' I asked. I knew it does not taste good like fruit juice, but there definitely is something interesting and I always wanted to have it. It was stupid thing to ask for family and I felt this is the best chance ever.
'Come on, Take it out...Let's share...If it's hard just a peg, I really want to try it.' I said. I knew I was getting excited, but was there anything wrong?
'Nope! Can beer! And just one!'
'Doesn't matter! Take it out..'
I said and we shared.
I had to be aware if I do anything stupid...It would be best time for him...but I don't think this little amount made me change. The bus finally moved, and I asked him to share ear phone again...He was playing something like...straight way to heaven...it was good. We then reached Paras Bus Park. I feel this bus park of International standard and I seriously like this place. Now I asked him to play 'Let it be' again.
'You travel alone at night...don’t you feel afraid' He asked.
'No my dad mom is worried, but they forget the fact that I am a black belt.'
'Wow! I am scared.'
'Don’t even think anything wrong...Got that?' I said.
To be honest, I don’t know what is black belt, but I had to lie because prevention is better. I knew he was not that type of guy, but there is still whole night left...
'Do you have a girl?'
Now I could see him getting nervous as if I would eat his girlfriend.
'Had one...but I am single these days' he said...No way! I am not going into his life anyway. Or...maybe I would...I don’t know! Oh! What am I really thinking?
I did not feel it good idea to dive into his tragedic affairs, just to pass my time.
'And what about you?' he asked.
'No I don’t trust boys'. I said.
I knew the answer could have hurt him, but seriously seeing the breakup of Ankita with his boy friend, I don’t trust any guys. The song said...'Too much love will kill you' in my ear. He probably has kept this song to get satisfied whenever he remembers his ex...I then listened his choice...that played She is always a women!’,’ Take it easy'...Oh! He is sleeping. Oh! Now again I am alone…The songs are getting pleasant gradually....Goodbye to romance...I am the highway....I looked at him...He is sweet...Nope! I am not attracted, but found him friendly...I laughed again remembering the cool dress up thing…It was 12.30 and I had nothing to do besides closing my eyes.
***
This is probably Barmujhiya...I opened my eyes...I was sleeping in his arms...Just like newly married wife sleeps on her husband's arm…I felt shy...I really didn’t have any boyfriend...but if I had to make...it should be something like him...Simple...but he is not so hansy...I would rather want handsome than him..
'What's the time?' I asked.
'5 am'
'How long now?'
'Almost two hours!' he said.
'Sorry did I trouble you?'
'No not at all! I didn't mind.
How would he mind? He must have enjoyed physical touch of teen lady! Idiot! We looked at Koshi..I remembered this Nepali song...Sagar sari chokho maya timilai diula...No not for him, but seeing Koshi...I feel it's sea. He threw coin which symbolized he has got faith in God as well.
'Didn't you sleep?' I asked.
'I slept...but not so long!'
Liar! Slept before me and claiming....huh! But he could have got up early...I felt. I now took ear phone and plugged it in my ear. Thank God! At least we have some common taste! Taylor Swift...I like Taylor Swift's song...
***
5.30am and we reached near Inaruwa...He is staring at me...I popped out...'So you find me beautiful?' I asked…I felt like laughing and even thought of telling him that I was not any back belt...but why should I insult him again?
I took out my cell phone, and opened my Facebook and showed him his picture after searching him and sent him a friend request. I now understood why he is in such dress up. Though early morning, it is hot! Huh!
'We are friends....right?' He innocently asked.
Of course we are friends...Why should he ask this? Maybe he was thinking that I might get out of contact after dropping down from bus...'Go and ask Facebook...Stupid!' I said.
I didn’t know many places, but the bus was gradually moving. I told him all about my past experiences in Biratnagar...Pani puri stuffs...Places that I remember there and he was seriously listening as if I was telling him any suspense story…
'Hey where do you live in Biratnagar?' I asked.
He was mum and staring at me. I said Hello!
'Hello! Hello!! Hello!!!'
Hey where do you live in Biratnagar?' I asked again waving hand in front of his face.
'Pokhariya..Near Teenpaini' he said nervously...I probably disturbed him from getting satisfied watching me…
'I know that place...Rath Yatra begins from there right?' I asked.
'Yes…'
'Bad Luck! I live at Tintoliya..Pretty far!' Now I don't know why I used the word bad luck...maybe because I wanted to meet him again.
So when shall we meet for Pani Puri Mister Free Lancer?' I asked.
'Any time'
'Don’t worry I will call you through Facebook hai?' I said.
He nodded...and it was time for him to get out? We crossed Ithari, Khanar, Dubhi? I did not realize that...
'Bye friend he said and he got out...I was looking continuously at him and waving my hand...He did not notice me...and finally he waved his hand…Yeah! I saw him...
***
Five minutes was completely dedicated for him...I thought of him...and even my destination came...Bus park…was my place...I looked at his seat again and got out with smile.

This is simply one half of the story, explaining how girl perceives, go to the link below to read the another half explaining boy's vision:

http://dwaiipon.blogspot.com/2011/08/waving-hand-boys-prespective.html

Lizard vs. Fly

Lizard vs. Fly
The clock was moving really late, it was nine and the he was waiting
for the time to be eleven so that he could talk to his sister through
skype. He also had to watch one of the DVDs that he brought at the day
when his schools got closed for vacation. He already had his meal, and
had nothing to do with. He could not sleep either as he had slept
entire day. Vacations were getting boring day after the day, and nor
did he want the vacations to end up soon. Swaroop was staring at the
candle, when all of sudden he saw the same injured fly that he saw
yesterday. Yesterday's evening was really memorable one for him. He
was doing his home work when the fly was moving around him. Giving it
a damn, he was busy at his home works when the fly sat before his
notebook. He was trying to threaten the fly and let it go, but all of
sudden a lizard came in front and the anxiety reached his mark. He was
simply staring at the fly and lizard, where the lizard was acting as
if to be dead, and fly was resting with its own dream.

Probably the fly had the responsibility to feed its young children,
and was the father of his family. It was probably on its duty to
gather foods for the family. Or maybe the flies are not sensitive
enough to have cute families like we do so maybe it was the mother,
who probably had her children some where and was searching for the
food so that she could keep her children away from hunger. But where
could it store the food; maybe some where in the mouth itself or the
wings, or the legs. If this was the case the fly was tired and was
making the rest in front of my note book. The lizard seems cunning,
the belly shows that it was not hungry, but how can I judge if it was
or not? Why is it acting so numb? Is it dead? Oh! It is making my
table dirty; let me throw it away…but…Oh!! What a terrible attack! Fly
Vs. Lizard! Sounds like Elephant vs. Dog, but let me watch it. The
lizard jumped over the fly, and fly fell down the table of mine. The
lizard was trying to go down, but there were other flies that carried
her some where away. My vision towards lizard made me realize that
lizard probably was hungry or was there to hunt for the food so that
it could feed its family members. Then the lizard probably had no any
options besides returning back with the same old cunning face. It was
already mid night, and there were still a lot of days for the holidays
to end. So I stopped my home assignments and kept aside the note books
and my pen. I could not see the fly, but the lizard was there near the
bulb itself. I lied down on the bed then to wait for another new day.

It is just nine, and I need to spend two more hours to get the
electricity line, and I will talk to my sister then. This time I will
request her to send me a new I pod that could be more attractive than
Gaurav. Oh! I also need to watch the movie 'social network'; I don't
know what is there so special, and why all my friends have been
talking about it in face book since so long. Let me watch it tonight,
so that I can participate in their comments as well. But two more
hours, and I have to be with this candle for that time. I am not
sleepy at all, as I have slept through out this day. Let me bring the
candle near by me...Oh! This one is the same cunning lizard of
yesterday! What is it doing here? Oh.again it is making another fly
its victim? No! No, it seems like it is yesterday's fly itself. Oh,
the fly is injured, it lacks its one wing, and the walking style
clearly shows how difficult are it for it to walk. And is the lizard
again trying to make the fly its food? Let me make this fly go
away...but lizard probably is not wrong either, it is living its life
like it is used to. Attack! Another attack made by lizard, but failed,
the fly is running. This time lizard seems aggressive; it is running
back as well. Fly speeds up, tries to fly, but No! Again another
attack! Again another wing seems to get victimized this time as well.
Now the fly is trying it's best to run, but it is getting really slow,
but still is trying to run away. Oh! Dead End! There is no way to go
ahead! Window glass! It tries to run to left. And again right and
finally it turned out to be food of lizard! Yes, lizard swallowed the
fly within no time.

Lizard was so rude! It killed an creature below it's power for the
food. Poor fly! Where were her companies today? And when it was
injured, why had it to come there again? Maybe, there were no one to
look after her children and could not see her children hungry. Who
will look after her family now? So will the children die of hunger
again? How could lizard be so rude? But…but...even we human beings
kill animals for our food...so it was the same thing probably! Are we
human beings rude too? Lizard should not be blamed because it was on
the way for having its own food. At least it was responsible and could
live his life on its own. Independent life! Like the sir said, maybe
this is the ecology system. That goes on! But is there any necessity
of having food for us killing those animals? Are not we criminal?
There exists so much love and support among those insects as well, but
we have been acting like terrorists, killing each other. At least the
lizard don't kill lizard, but we humans kill humans! Why are we...Oh!
Electricity came!

Swaroop opened his computer, his sister was online, and he could not
speak anything all he wrote to his sister was I love you didi...