The Lamp Post is going to be a long story which I am going to post in small parts. Hope you like it and feel free to give me your feedback in the comment section.
The sun screeched its rays across the city . The bus stand was like a field growing people out of nowhere just like the weeds do on a clean ground.
A lady in her mid sixties kept looking at me .
Please . Don’t . Talk. To.Me. My soul begged
“Too hot isn’t it “she said. “Still a beautiful day”
A fake smile and a nod was all I could give.
“It’s just 8 am and look , its almost like the mid of the day .” The lady took the end of her red cotton saree and started fanning herself. “Now-a-days skin cancer is on rise too they say.”
How ? How do simple things such as this lady’s kind commentaries of the day manage to annoy me so much.
“You should eat a lot of fruits ” She continued ” But I don’t think you even eat . But who does that anyway these days? ”
People say I have very low level of tolerance , I could see right now why they were right.
The lady grabbed my wrist suddenly . ” You are too thin for a boy Where you born as a premature baby ?” she asked excitedly as if she had just succeeded in finally diagnosing me , the thin me.
I could feel myself controlling my words so hard least I say something that I’l regret later.
“I see you are wearing a tie . Where do you work son ?”
Son … If it hadn’t been for that word.. “ At the Techlink company” I replied
“IT company huh ? I heard they don’t do well these days , is it true ?” she asked waiting to hear satisfactory response.
I looked past her and I could see my bus slowly making its way towards the stop.
“Depends “ I said “on various factors such as the bug , you see if the bug latches onto you , it sucks the blood out of your veins and spits it all over the company and thus making your so called company perform poorly.”
The bus stopped in front of me.
“I quickly stomped my foot in front of her , oops! Auntiji that was a bug ” She jumped back and looked at me alarmingly .
I climbed into the bus and looked at her through the window and mouthed “they are everywhere” I smiled .
The dazzled lady watched me take the window seat as the bus passed by her.
People love to be social , I do get that . But they should know that there are people like me who hate it when someone talks all chirpy on a screeching hot Monday morning, pretending as if the world functioned exactly the way they wanted to. Worse still is that negative shade of talk which they slip in their conversation just a bitter medicine hidden in a spoonful of Biryani. IT companies don’t do well , pfft! Why don’t they even have the basic courtesy to be empathetic and them asking or saying such things really doesn’t help my Monday blues!
After a 20 min ride I finally reached my destination, one road to be crossed and .. Oh my God!
I have to reach my office early today , it’s Bulldog’s meeting , he is gonna kill me!!
Bulldog who you say ? My boss Subash is one ! He barks at me like one for no reason , but looks like today I’m gonna give him a reason to do so . Run Ved!
(That’s me by the way Vedant ,the narrator of this seemingly endless story. Will tell you more about myself later.Sorry , gotta run now. )
“Excuse me !” I yelled as I pushed past a couple of ladies who gave me a disgusted look.”Not on purpose ! Im sorry ” I yelled again
Baam !! I fell flat on the zebra crossing.
“Careful” said the voice of a girl.From the ground view I could only see her huge Totoro key chain hanging from her bag. She helped me get up before I could say something she was gone.
9:00 pm leaving office
The bus ride’s probably the most peaceful part of the day .As I was walking towards the bus stop, I noticed the climate slowly cool down. It’s probably gonna rain . Great! My bus is late ! If it rains then Pandora will be sick. Sorry , let me introduce you to my baby , my Hp laptop a.ka Princess Pandora, basically the only friend in my life.
As I was waiting for my bus I looked across the bus stand , I could see the lamp post . It had this beautiful french design to it and was specially set up it its place by the Mr.Shaveer ,the owner of an antique shop right beside the lamp post. Shaveer had also placed a bench right beside the post for passerby’s to sit. Shop usually closes by 10 p.m but for some reason , it been closed for almost a week now. But the lamp post continues to be alight every night.
It was almost 9:45 and my feet were starting to hurt and that’s when I saw this girl standing beside the lamp post . Where did she come from? I wondered the street was mostly empty and I had been staring at the lamp post for the past 4o minutes. Maybe she came during those magical three minutes I decided to close my eyes. The bus finally arrived and I gladly hoped on to it .As I took my seat , I tried looking at her across the street she wasn’t there anymore. Was I imagining things ?
Maybe I was.
Picture credits : http://b1nd1.deviantart.com/art/Purple-Lamp-post-31684949