9145

5 of us. Hadn't talked with 2 of them. As a girl it would have been awkward had I done it on my own before. So I waited for the right moment to arrive. Now as we were travelling together, my ego could have been the issue of talks. So I tried to make myself comfortable and extended words of Hi. Boys, oh! Instant replies. They seemed okay!?
The driver started the engine and off we went. I was with one of those new boys and the other one was besides, in the back seat. The other two were couples, may be, sitting together.
Everyone of other 4 were trying to persuade me to talk as I was speaking too less. Be it packets of chips or chewing gums to chew, I was being given the offer. Happily and some helplessly, I was accepting some of them. They were not that bad by the way. ;)
Nepalthok. Udita. Sitaram Budhathoki. 9145. Time Card.
I found they were not couples. The boy used to come to me time to time and ask about my comfort. Aww, caring. He seemed cute too. And I was later surprised that he later turned out to be immediate senior in my college, whom I didn't know. Now, we were studying masters together.
He talked good and was well behaved, I was feeling. Haha, doing stupid acts with permission. Asking permissions before and apologizing later. But no, he did, in a well behaved manner must say. Must say 'matured adultish'?!
And as it turned out, we were getting intimate. He said he left home at 5 and with a heavy stone kept upon her heart, how her mother had agreed to send him alone. He remembered, the first day he left home, his mother said in a weeping voice, 'How is it there?', and he replied, 'Better than I deserved'. He said how both of them cried together at different places then after.
Khurkot passed. Meals taken. Chiyabari. It was getting darker. Night Hiace.
He talked about various funny stuffs that litetally got on my brains. They were funny. Mr Bean is really awesome. Was I getting impressed? Yes. But with whom? Bean or that boy?
I didn't know.
Bye bye Lalgadh.
9145 was on turbo then after. Barmajhiya real quick. AC on and windows off. 1 of those friends sitting ahead said speedometer marking 135. Hey Sitaram, excuse me?
We probably were being seen as professional lovers. That intimacy within half of the journey?
Now I couldn't have it more, the sleeplessness. I slept. I was dreaming. Ohh, the hand that circled my waists and the other carressing through my hair. Then, suddenly, a pendulum like movement, inside the mouth. Oh, experience. For the first time that I was travelling alone and that too in Night Hiace, what had happened. It was fun thinking this as I woke up.
But no, he had not slept.
He had been watching me sleep, all my night.
No, my heart said that was not a dream.
Sitaram Dai was too bored letting me think any further as he walked out of the drivers seat and yelled, 'Ea sir, hami yaa Ilam'.