I saw her.

I stepped down the bus and saw her, long white embroidered maxi dress, a dainty bracelet clinking as it hung and moved when she picked up pani puris one after another, her Hair tied halfly up with a banana clip, and her other hand waving off disturbing flies.

She kept chatting with crossed legs all the while completely focussed on her partner, a curly-haired dark girl. She moved her head at times, to Tease me with her jaw line, her side flicks and her short dangling earrings. Another degree of tilt and I would’ve tasted the glory of seeing her lips.
There, there. Chotu just refilled another round of chaat, with the obvious delight of looking at her face, talking to her eyes in eyes. Listing as many options possible.

But her back, for me it surpasses all the beauty she could ever behold, not that I have got to see any yet.

So now she is starting to get up. Wait, no. Yes. No she won’t. Sha! The curly-haired girl would do the honors of trashing the crumb filled plate.
How unfortunate,those love touched crumbs being thrown to a bin.

She decides to open her long black hair, pleasant weather, but to tie it up again. Not so pleasant, I guess.

Dog.

Dude if I could speak dog language!

Girls always cuddle dogs.

So she teases me again, with her jaw line, and this time mixes it with cuddle envy too. Her jaw line, her brow creases, her hair lock, so divinely perfect.

Time up.

She is finally getting up.

Pay the bill, and turn to me.

Now she decides to talk to her friend with her head turned to chaatwale bhaiya. Showing your back to your friend, bad manners, wasn’t it?

There’s something hanging from the ring of her wallet. A green dodo. I can even see the dodo’s face now.

The time has come. She’s turning.

“Hey brother, I thought you’d be late!”, and my devil friend speaks. Blocked already.

Her hair is open again. Arghh!

She lifts her hand to delicately curl it back, the girly girl way, my friend has finally got the drill and gone to fetch food. Good boy.

I can see her dress flowing in the air, and she steps the stair, looks up. I have my moment now.

She climbs and the bus is rushed away, puffing out thick air of smoke on my face.

She teases me again.