In Every Heartbeat

Freer Than Ever

Note : in case of usage of any Hindi word from which our international or non Hindi speaker are unaware of, an English translation will be provided just after the word.

"stop!!!!" I screamed at top of my voice, trying to get the attention of the conductor of the bus that I nearly missed. I fixed the strap of my handbag which was slipping off my shoulder. I again call out to him, the bus is now picking up speed. The conductor finally noticed me and turn to the other side to relay my message to the driver. The bus finally came to an halt, screeching its tier.

I sprinted awkwardly to catch my bus, causing traffic to build up. As I hurriedly made my way towards the bus, I could feel the eyes of frustrated drivers on me. Finally, with a burst of energy, I managed to catch up to the bus just as it was about to pull away. Gasping for breath, I climbed aboard and felt a wave of relief wash over me. Taking a moment to compose myself, I found solace in the fact that I had made it in time because I don't want to get late on my very first day of internship.

As I walked down the aisle, scanning for an available seat, my eyes landed on an empty middle seat on the right side of the bus. With a newfound relief, I hurridely claimed the seat, deciding to take the window spot. The bus started moving, and as I settled into my seat, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness of my first day.. The hustle and bustle of the city outside the window seemed to fade away as I leaned against the seat.

My life had been a total marathon since childhood. First, I ran in the race of becoming the topper, than in the race of aspirants and now for this bus. I turn to slide the window glass to let some fresh air in. the air carelessly messes with my hair which is not so well maintained. I lean my head against the window frame to see the outside world. The chatter of other students around me seems to fade away as I slowly get lost in my thoughts but the sudden vibration of my phone in my hand makes me come out of my mind. I presses the button to see a message pop up on my screen from my uh...dad. Without checking out the message, i closed my phone, letting out a breath of peace.

Things never been easy, never. Whenever I thought its over, it just all-over-again. I never had time nor energy to live my life like any other girl of my age who would want to experinece romance but the only thing I ever craved for was affection and that craveness of affection gradually converted into craveness of peave over the time. I embraced loneliness, trying to fill the void with another void. Shifting to a new city, away from my emotionally unavailable dad finally gave me a chance of embracing the real me.

You can heal with time but the scar of the fight that I had withtin me will be left as the reminiscence of the war that I never won.

I looked around in the bus, everyone is busy in their own world and there is this man who is across my seat in other row. He appears completely engrossed in a captivating novel, his disheveled hair artfully obscuring his face in an intriguing manner. The gentle rays of sunlight gracefully filter through the window, delicately illuminating the tousled locks that frame his visage. Clad in a pair of sleek black pants, a partially unbuttoned white shirt, and a pristine white hospital coat, his attire exudes a sense of effortless sophistication. It is a sight to behold, for even if he were to be seated in the luxurious confines of a Lamborghini, he would not possess the same magnetic allure as when he is lost in the pages of a book, completely absorbed in his own world, oblivious to the outside distractions of the bus. I was completely lost in my thoughts when our gazes unexpectedly locked. The intensity of his stare was so powerful that I couldn't tear my eyes away. Embarrassment flooded over me as I realized how long I had been staring. His pupil grew darker as he stares at me. I quickly turned my flushed face the other way breaking free from his invisible force. Only God knows from how long I've been staring at him.