Wishing you all a very HAPPY and PROSPEROUS "NEW YEAR"
God bless u all and your families...love u all...
Angelbetu again here with a new story based on obviously *DUO*
Duo are not CID OFFICERS here...and its a completely Non-Investigative story...
Hope u all like it...
This story idea came in my mind in December and finally I thought to pen it down...
Hope aap sabko achi lage...
STRANGE-to-RELATED
Chapter-1
A fast run toward bus was really giving extreme rash to the runner who was cursing himself now for waking up late in the morning...he already knew that he must be on time today as it is a big day for him...
The whole half an hour get up journey from wearing his only piece of suit drycleaned by him a day before after giving extra money to the shopkeeper who was giving his service in extra urgency to a not so regular customer and charging higher amount for this...
The knot of the tie for which he had spent one hour last night and finally learnt it from his neighbour who wasting his another hour due to long gossips of his times and telling him about so many stories related to that small knot of tie which will be totally avoided by him in some other situation...The high speed running of hands on shoes to shine the black colour to its core and finally a light sprinkling of perfume on his outfits...this whole process was now seeming waste as due to that speedy run his shoes again get covered with dust either his tie was flowing in air and his shirt was coming out from his jeans giving him extreme irritation...
Luckily due to sudden turn by a car driver the bus stopped for a minor second followed by a small argument of both the vehicle drivers giving a chance to the runner to cover up the difference of him and bus and in a bit jumped inside the public transport...
He showed his travel pass to conductor who after having a glance of pass replied in smirk... Expried h...
It took a minute to the passenger to understand the expired term from his EXPRIED pronouncement and he grabbed the pass checking it keenly and after getting the conductor right purchased a ticket till Bandra...
Post giving money he ran his eyes through out the bus and found an empty space beside a boy who was sitting at window side...
He corrected his bag and fill up the vacant seat either cleaning it a bit from hand to remove any reminisce of dust to prevent his suit from it...
After heaving a breathe he started correcting his outfits and side by side calculating pennies left inside his wallet...
Chalis rupay Ka to subh doodh or bread hi aa gya the... Phir dry clean wale ko extra peise dene me aaj ka budget hi bigar gaya...din k do sau rupay me tees rupay wese hi kum te ab yahan pass b expire ho gaya...bus 130 rupay bache hain...khana b kuch to khana hi hoga...fir auto ka bhaada...bandra se office tk...shayad ATM se nikalne hi honge(sadly glancing at three notes) aur peise to laaya hi nahi na...uff...itni mehngayi me kharcha nikalna hi mushkil hai(jerking his head loud)wapas Allahabad hi niklna hoga..(reminding his relatives words)ye bambai me to guzara hone se raha...after doing all the calculations he look here and their and find few eyes focusing on him and few were trying to remove their focusing eyes from a person who was running few minutes before behind the bus shown expired pass to the conductor and now talking to himself in a good audible tone really gave shock/tease and irritation to rest of the passengers sitting around him...
The person broad his eyes realising what he had done become a bit embarassed and turned his face toward the window... the person sitting just next to him is still looking outside the window either he never felt in this 15 minutes of journey that his partner in this small travel had given any glance to him...
He shrugged his shoulders and started checking his belongings containing some degrees,certificates and a curriculam vitae printed by him via cyber cafe after spending two long hours with the computer person who was so much annoyed with his customer and had said in his regional accent :"Pehli Baar Banaye ho kya"...
He smiled reminding the whole and softly caress his name written in bold on his first printed resume using a computer system as earlier in Allahabad, he made his resume but it was through an old typewriter of the father of his friend...this was his first ever resume and he was feeling so much delighted seeing his name written in beautiful fonts...ABHIJEET SRIVASTAVA...his name is his only identity at present which he was trying to nourish to gain some more identification...
His thoughts disturbed by a hard break which hurted his chest as he was sitting casually in bus which resulted a hard hit on the front chair giving small amount of pain in his rib cage and chest...
He took a disappointed sigh while rubbing his chest and stole a look of his next person who also must be doing the same as per his thinking but what he saw was something out of the box...
The person was rubbing his tears with his shirt sleeves...this is the first time when Abhijeet saw the side face of his next person in this 30 minutes journey...
He is slim boy having much height than him...fair complexion,big eyes,so much innocence and pain on his face,having messy hairs...he was wearing a check shirt in combination of blue and white and a beard less face just like him...he is of the same age group to which Abhijeet belongs but the weird was that the boy is crying till now...his tears are not ready to stop for a minute...
Abhijeet place hand on his shoulder eith hesitation and asked softly...theek ho
The person sitting next to him jerked a bit realising that Abhijeet got that he is crying which made him a bit uncomfortable but he can't ignore that soft tone so just bow down his head and nodded in yes...
Abhijeet removed his hand instantly and said lag gayi kya...ye bus wale chalate hi aise...his words remain incomplete when he saw few more precious drops fall down from those big eyes giving another shock to Abhijeet who become concerned about the boy as after seeing him face to face he noticed his big swelled eyes,red face and wet eye lashes which were proving that he is crying from a long time...and may be this is the reason he was looking outside the window continuously, to hide his tears...
Abhijeet looked around and saw nobody noticing them so placed hand on his shoulder and asked on low soft tone: kya hua...batwa kho gaya kya...hmmm do saal pehle mera b khoya tha...mai b aise hi ro rha ta...koi baat nhi...
The crying brat looked at him and said no by nodding his head...sniffs and wiped his tears from his sleeves again separating himself a bit from Abhijeet which triggered Abhijeet and he immediately left him...
Abhijeet started looking at his front as he felt that his sad seat partner is not interested in sharing his pain with him...
Rest of the journey spending in silence where Abhijeet was sitting with closed eyes while his seat partner again glancing out of the window...
Again a jerk in bus and this time more louder than before...
Abhijeet shouted in anger kese chala raha h haan...he is again hurt as he was sitting with closed eyes...Abhijeet again looked to his side and saw the boy resting his head on the front seat holder...
His hands were dangling out and head was lying haphazardly on the holder...Abhijeet felt something wrong with his seat partner so he shaked him a bit and his hands dangled more while neck shifted on holder in an awkward manner due to that shake...
Abhijeet tensely hold him and lie again on the back rest...his arms and neck are burning in high fever as these are the only parts get in touch by Abhijeet...after feeling the warm sensation he checked his forehead and confirm about the high temperature of his travel partner...
Hey kya hua...hosh me aao...aankh kholo...aye...
Searching his side bag and found a water bottle inside it so splash some water on the unconscious person who opens his eyes with a jerk either still is in semi-conscious condition...
Till then few more persons gathererd them and advised Abhijeet to take him to the hospital...
Abhijeet rash: are mai kese...aap le jao...(checking his watch)muje jana h kahin urgently...
All persons disbursed saying few things as aaj kal koi kisika nahi h bhai...
Are kon kiski sunta h...insaan ki takleef insaan hi nhi smjh paate
Abhijeet also heard some female voices mumbling aisa b kya kaam...bechare ko hospital chod de...pr kya kahein ab ki generation his aisi hai...
Abhijeet is feeling an urge to say that why don't you all took him to the hospital but he somehow controlled himself and again glanced at the person sitting beside him and murmured in anger: in sahab ko pata nhi kahan ka dukh h khud ka ilaaz b sahab nhi krwa paa rahe...are jab bukhar h to ghr se bahar aane ki jrurat hi kya h...meri maa to kabi muje Allahabad k chaupal pr b nahi jane deti thi...
Jaroor bigra hua baccha hoga...maa baap ki sunta nhi hoga...tabi to aisa haal hua hai...khair muje kya
Bus stopped and Abhijeet descends down from the bus...he don't know why but he turned behind to look toward his seat partner and saw him dimishing from his place...
Abhijeet looked here and their and caught that boy walking with unsteady steps in the opposite direction...
Abhijeet noticed that he is very much slim than looking in sitting posture...he felt an unknown pain inside himself seeing him...sometime he become irritated by himself due to his sensitive and helpful nature...he is a person who from his last memory of his childhood, always been a caring,helpful and good human being...he felt himself unable to walk away from such situations if saw someone who needed his help and he is able to do the required help...
He checked his watch and said 15 minute hain...dawai hi khareed k de deta hu...he ran toward the boy and caught him in few minutes as the boy was walking or say snailing with minimum speed due to weakness...
The boy looked at him...his eyes were seeming like all the pain of his heart is swallowed by those eyes and now due to excess pain dropping it in form of fluid drop by drop like some precious pearls automatically coming on the sea shore by the vast water body due to so much inside it...
To kaisi lagi...
Hume likh bhejiye is pate par...
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