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.
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‘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.
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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