Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The waiting

The daily rush of work was winding down. And pretty soon, Sameer would be heading home. But, before that he would come face to face with a beautiful, tender feeling.

Sameer logged out of his office communicator app and closed his Thinkpad's lid shut. The fan slowly whirring to a stop from its noisy run. Arranging his laptop, headset and wireless mouse in his bag, Sameer took off with his bag to the restroom. He had to take a look at himself in the mirror and set everything right before his meeting.

At the mirror, looking back at him, was an unassuming figure of a mid-30's IT software developer. His daily routine clearly responsible for the grey in his hair. Too early by Victorian standards, but not so surprising by today's. He combed back his hair with his wet hands and tried to push back the lone strand that disobeyed his directions. He was ready!

After the mandatory tag check at the office main door, Sameer headed off in the direction of the nearby bus stop. Countless, uneventful journeys on this walkway, each as bland as the other. Others like him walking past him, very much like him, slightly bent with the weight of their laptops on their backs, brooding in their thoughts, if the hand did not hold up a smart device to occupy them.

The government had come up with spanking new shelters at the bus-stops in the IT district. The white painted cement block with a large glass window revealed a row of chairs inside. A water cooler to the corner for those hot days of summer and astonishingly, an air conditioner to boot, pointing to the affluence of the government in pampering its high tax paying herds.

It did not take long for Sameer to drift in to the thoughts of the oncoming meeting. Every weekday for the past two years since Sameer took up this job, he has awaited this moment. In the beginning, there wasn't much interaction. Soon a light touch of the hand, a rub of the shoulder, and the warmth of being so close to each other had turned in to a personal obsession of sorts. The fact that none of his friends knew about this made it that much more special for him.

Sameer had been a loner all his childhood. Talking to his toys, wandering in to the dense growth behind his ancestral house in the village searching for pets. He liked to keep things to himself. This was probably his most cherished secret. The daily meeting, started from his office bus stop and lasted till the moment Sameer got off the bus. The meeting would end, but Sameer's thoughts would get back to the next day when he would meet her again.

The bus honked Sameer back in to the world from his reverie. This was the bus. His heartbeat took a fast turn. He could hear it in his ears, throat, everywhere. He should control it. What if she heard it? What will she think of me. Does she also feel like this? These were the thoughts that ran through Sameer's head while he climbed the bus.

He shuffled slowly towards the middle of the bus where she sat. Her beauty lit up his eyes a shiver ran down his spine. The fair colour like no other. Her soft skin soothed his fingers as he caressed her. The stitches, well formed and outlined. The contours of the body inviting. That is when Sameer became one again with his love, Seat-A!

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