Eleven O’clock, sitting on the roof, looking at the stars, thinking about her, whispering in my mind, are you looking at the stars too? For the moon is hidden in the clouds. If you are, send me a word through these stars.

It has been two months now, as we have fallen apart. Perhaps we were not one to fall apart, were we?

Shall I first think on thee,
If I see a shooting star?
Told myself, would never change
I now once in a blue Moon look back
Slowly this love, I savvy, is dying,
So what difference did it make?
Or Am I, perhaps changed?

The next morning as I got ready, I left for the college. I sat in the bus. It was all empty. I felt a little lost in it. Whenever I travelled by bus, I did listen to the music. As Nietzsche said, “ Life, without music, would be a mistake”

But I did not want to listen to the music. I just wanted to hear the traffic noise. A man was shouting to sell his fruits, a rickshaw driver for customers, and the conductor, in the bus, for tickets. A man’s bike was hit by a car, and they both were quarrelling, proving each other’s mistakes, making traffic jams for others. I got so busy in listening to these noises.

The bus driver had stopped the bus and I realized it was my stop. I ran out of the bus and started heading to the college. Then I saw a bus coming to the stop, a girl came out. And I saw her, it was her. I didn’t know why she had come there, how she had, no nothing! All I knew was I was in Seventh Heaven when I saw her there and it felt like a Dream. I had a thought of meeting her, but I couldn’t go because of the very following thought, how can I? I don’t even know her name. Perhaps she had some work in my college, I told myself.

She was heading towards the office and I followed her. As she reached to the office, I stayed outside. And when she came out, she looked despondent. I ran into the office and asked that what the girl just left was searching for. She was looking for someone, said the tall man. Who was she looking for? I asked and got to know that it was me. She was looking for me.

After hearing my name and that she was looking for me, I was walking on air, the world, around me, was literally moving. I had this feeling before, this wasn’t the first time, yet the delight was more. As I saw my feet on the ground, I ran to her. I stopped her by saying Heyy with lots of Y's. She looked at me, the tear drops falling with a great delight, I could see in her eyes, she got me as if a theist found the God, a wanderer met the destination, and a Voyager found the shore.

I loved her so much since the day I saw her even not clearly though. She was an angel, her smile was a God’s gift as if it was a knife which I wanted to turn it to myself. I wished I had smiled like her, I wished I had eyes like hers.

Did I want to be like her? Or did I just want to be with her?

We looked into each other’s raining eyes for a while and then we hugged each other as if my whole world was in my arms and her whole world was in her arms.

And then we both disappeared soon as if we had vanished in the blowing wind.

Dear readers, things like this happen in dreams only, aren’t they?

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