Little Heart

                   I just woke up from a deep sleep and looked around me, rubbing my eyes. That was a new place for me. I recalled; I have started my journey to home yesterday night, so probably I should be at home, but there are no framed childhood photos, color full paintings; I didn't even hear my mom’s scream to wake me up. So the answer was too clear “Where I was, not home at all”. The bed spreads were white and I can smell the dettol..!! am I at hospital??  I moved my legs with extreme care, yes I can. I did the same with each body part. Yes, all works fine, still my entire body felt a pain from inside. I failed to recognize the reason why I was there. The room was occupied with a vacant bed, a mineral water bottle and so on… I wanted to ask someone who took me here?, why was I admitted there? But there was no one around me. To answer all these questions so I started recalling from yesterday evening.

                   I was sitting at Shanti Nagar bus station Bangalore, I took mobile from pocket and tried to connect internet,but I noticed that battery was less than 30%. Time was just 7:00 pm. It was sure that I will not be able to use the mobile more than an hour. So my eyes started searching for the charging point, I found some but all were filled with Laptop and mobile chargers, faces of people standing beside the charging point told me that we are in queue. Still almost an hour for the bus to come so I thought of charging my mobile from laptop, but I didn’t have data cable, I looked at the girl she was sitting beside me, she was using a Micro max mobile. I just managed to ask her whether she has data cable. Her answer was a rude “No” that made me to think about my question, did I ask “will you marry me?” the way she frown at me was like that [she might be trying to hide her fear in her anger]. Last chance to fill my mobile’s stomach also went for a toss.

                   Time went off, it was almost 8:00 PM, I received a message from KSRTC with bus number, I found the bus, and it was placed at the back of the queue in first platform. I just got into the bus and made myself comfortable in seat number 15. I switched off my mobile, thinking my foolishness of missing my data cable at my Room. I started watching outside, and saw a cute girl. She must be around 3 years old; her hairs were tied like two horns on her head. I was really enjoying her naughtiness. I took my eyes from the girl and turned back by hearing an “Excuse me”. I looked at the person who called me, that was a young girl; she was wearing jeans with sky blue top. Hems of the top were cut like waves, and there was a lot of cloth below the neck. All together it looked like the tailor had made all his experiments on the same top. Her eye brows were nicely cropped but her eyes told me she is too tired. I just looked into her eyes to know the reason. She continued, “Can u please take your bag from this seat?” that made me realize that I had kept my bag on her seat! I took it and kept on my lap. She took her seat and made herself comfortable. 

                  Bus started moving from Shanti Nagar. I usually ask details of the person who sits beside me. But now I am feeling really uncomfortable to talk to a girl, I don’t know what she is going to think about me. I looked at her in particular time intervals. She was in her own world. After some time, she took a packet of ‘little hearts’ and start eating. I wanted to start the conversation, but a thousand questions came into my mind. What will she think about me? Which language will I choose? Above all, this was the girl who gave a rude ‘No’ an hour back! Bus reached the Satellite Bus station, I said the same ‘excuse me’ to her to give a space to come out of my seat. At that time the last little heart biscuit was in her lips. She gave me space and threw the empty packet though my window.

                   I came back to my seat with a bottle of water, good day biscuit and a ‘Little Hearts’ packet [‘little hearts’ was an additional item from my usual purchase of food while going back home]. I opened the packet and lead towards her, she said ‘no thanks’ with a smile. Bus start moving, time went off. That most thick silent wall had broken by her question “did your mobile go switched off?” If she had asked that through a text message, her inbox would have filled with lot of sad smiley, I was that depressed. But I said a casual “NO” and asked a similar question in return “Do you have enough charge in your mobile?” Her answer was a bit long it includes what time she charged, what is her battery percentage, in which level it discharge, what time she may need to charge it again… that answer looked like an entire analysis report of her mobile battery, I felt she may be a developer of a battery saver application.She asked me, why don’t you charge while going for a long journey, it was a starting point of our talk.

                  

                  In some point I felt her fully charged mobile will disturb our conversation. But I loved her mobile network for providing a bad coverage while traveling. She kept her mobile in her bag and started talking to me. We started with our professional life and gave an end with our personal life. If you ask what we shared in between, the answer might contain two autobiographies. I can tell you that she is an unmarried 21 years old girl who came here for her engineering studies. If I can tell her age, you can guess the depth of our conversation. I was too tired that day, and was shivering with fever. We had a long talk till mid night. I don’t know when I fell asleep. But we became too close in those few hours.

                   After that? Rest of the story still stays blank to me. How did I come here? That brain warming thoughts broke by the entry of a girl. I knew her; she was the girl who can answer all my questions running in my mind. Yes the girl whom I was talking about. She came and sat near me, my eye kept all the questions with in my look. She told that she took me to the hospital in the morning. I was unconscious in the morning due to high temperature. I was really surprised to hear the entire incident. I tried to imagine the situation, ohh it was horrible – I really felt good for the girl who took care of me in such a critical situation. I felt like asking her “can u care me in my entire life?” – But then I felt it will be a bad approach to a girl who saved my life. But at the end of my curiosity I asked her “Why did you take me to the hospital?” Her answer was surprising and it seems like the answer for the question which was hidden in my heart “I want to care for you in my entire life”.