It's a particular smell that
hits me when I enter this place. The smell itself, I feel, has a sense of being
lost. Dry air, overflown drainage, the flowers on women’s body standing all
over the street, with a decorated smile on their face, waiting for their
customers. It's all or one of those that causes the smell.
There's a sense of urgency for everyone here.
Right from the BMTC buses moving with a perception that road is empty and can
move along all over the road to people on bikes, this place is always
moving. Right there, somewhere in between these busy faces that I see
every day sitting from the office vehicle, I saw this face. At first I was
glancing like the way I do every day when the bus stops at every signal,
searching my surroundings with no particular interest of finding anything.
I stared at the teenager
on the bike, restless that he was struck in traffic, the guy on the
bike, what appears to be his girlfriend as his pillion rider, the
school kids, probably heading back, finishing their tuition,
Perhaps a newly married
couple, or not married who cares, all energetic stud with his
muscular body being shown to its fullest, how primitive we still are in
terms of sex, after all the civilization that we boast we have attained!
I see young pretty girls with all their body
covered except for their eyes, I love this. Since eyes can't hide what you want
to hide through the rest of the body. And there's this crowded BMTC for
which it is always natural to be filled like a paper bag. I was just moving my
eyes from the bus to the car next to the bus when this person caught my
attention!
Not an exquisite look, although
the face had an I-have-seen-this-person thing attached to
it. My eyes rolled back onto BMTC. Although the person seems to have
touched a string or two in my memory, I didn't think in the beginning that the
person is actually looking at me. I assumed that the person was looking at
the stud on the bike right in between the bus I was in, and the BMTC, but
it turned out that the stare was aimed at me and I later realized that I should
have stopped things right there and then.
It was all clear now and
the person on BMTC was looking all furious now. With tongue out and eyes red,
the face reminded me of all the demons from scary dreams in the
childhood. It was as if only the face has been cut and placed there in the
window and nothing in the surroundings seemed to suit the attire the face
was associated with.
Now I could almost see the face
cursing and trying to put the head out of the window, perhaps in an
attempt to reach me. Thankfully, people around were all fixed on the person
doing the tantrums that they never saw who the face was looking at.
I was almost terrified now. But
still somehow managed to keep on looking at the face. I guess I was into some
stupid game already with the person. I thought if I keep on looking at the face
I'd win eventually a game which I didn't even know a thing about.
Right when the timer at the
signal hit zero a horrific thing happened. The face now was cursing out loud
and probably was trying hard to reach me. Then it went on to scream and shouted
out loud my name with a tone that still makes me scared.
The bus I was in took a sharp
turn and now I was closer to the BMTC. Then in that closer view I could see
that the face was missing nose and all that was left there was just a couple of
holes, adding to the horror that the face was creating .
Now I knew, the reason
why I felt De ja vu. I knew the person and something cold started to rise from
the rear part of my backbone...!
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