Monday, August 25, 2008

42 B

It is not the size of an woman's under garment.This is also not a number to me.To me it is a bus number.It is the key to some memories.The delay of that bus to reach the Golpark bus stop used to mean both good or bad times to me depending upon the circumstances.The significance of the bus was that it was the only bus to have the distance from Golpark to Navina included in its bus route.Which in turn used to fulfill both the requirements of mine and a friend of mine.Although there were many buses to go my distance,but in order to go with her i had to wait for the bus.And that i did braving the hot sun or the cold rain.Most of the times it was the cold rain,as our tuition was from the evening and started from November.After a few months she left the coaching leaving me with more bus options.Of the few months we waited together some were in the November rains.Once when we finally decided that 42b wont come today we walked all the way.She got a blister in her leg,but i got so many dreams that i stayed awake that night. If someday we decided to stay a bit long gossiping and was late for home,we blamed the bus when asked about the delay at home.

Those are memories now.After she left the coaching i was provided with many buses and slowly forgot all those days.Until today a friend asked for a route and i said:"..you should take 42b",then subconsciously added "its the only bus in that route."With that,the memories came back.The bitter memories.I then quickly gave another alternate route to her and persuaded her to take the other choice.Or else i would have to wait again with her (this time under the hot sun) for the 42b.Maybe because i did not wanted to keep forgetting life, i persuaded her the other route.

Many buses change their routes.But this bus is still running on that same route!Maybe i would not have even thought about the bus if not asked today.The studies,exams everything got suppressed by the bus number.Today the present called upon the past through that bus route.Probably i wont stand anymore in that bus stop in rain waiting for that bus,as also i wont be able to see the world as other people do.

7 comments:

Unknown said...

Many busses change their routes.But this buss is still running on that same route!....such are the rules of the game. some memories don't leave us, even if we grow apart from them and these memories define us and what we are!!

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fafnir said...

This is a part of growing up... but (sigh!) who wants to grow up?

you're forced to...

Anonymous said...

ভালো লিখেছো তো ভায়া!

Unknown said...
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Unknown said...

bitter memories ??????????
are they???????

Unknown said...

Balti chai? Nd cmnt del kora khub kharap unless dey r slangs