Post from my nokia x6.

It is been quite sometime since my last post. This time it was not the usual dearth of material that kept me off my blog. It was lack of time in fact. When I was travelling to Chennai last week I found the 21:31 hrs bus drivers punctuality worthy of a post. Earlier, the same day I saw a girl who could very well have been content of my post. But hectic schedule drained me and occupied my time till today. I would say better late than never and write about the girl - punctual bus drivers though rare they are can wait for a place in my blog because I cannot wait to write about the earlier event on the same day.
The lady lightly stepped down the half foot high median that separates the kormangala-domlur roadway. She tightly clung on to her umbrella against breeze and drizzle, and was waiting for the last of the vehicles to pass by to cross the road. I don't know when it was last since I read so much in a single glance. Bangalore has so many fashionable, good looking girls that beauty becomes banal and a thing next door. So you really don't pay attention to who is who in here. But She resembled somebody.At least for a fleeting moment she reminded me of somebody - that is the whole point of the post. This girl was wearing a blue pair of jeans and a black top. In one hand she held an umbrella, probably in her right hand, and in her left she gingerly held a microphone. At that very moment, in my hurry to get back home, I walked past her even before the vehicles stopped at the signal and so I did not see her long enough to notice features of her face and the setting sun did not help me either. When I saw her talking so expressly over phone while crossing the road in rain, I almost instantly knew it was her boy friend holding the other end of the line. Now don't ask me why and how I jumped to such a conclusion. Every beautiful girl has a boyfriend to affirm the fact. I do not, of course, say that only beautiful girls have boy friends. And also do not ask me how in the world I go on to conclude that the lady under discussion is beautiful. If I did not feel or assume so, I would not have wasted time in putting down this post all with my thumbs from mobile phone's qwerty keyboard. Okay, back to the topic. As soon as I concluded it was her boyfriend she was talking to, I started wondering what on the earth he was doing, leaving such a girl to drench in rain and dust on roads. The after thought was some one, some where is all alone by herself, crossing roads all by herself, clutching to an umbrella in her right and a microphone ... No, no microphone in her hands because it is long time since I spoke for 10 continuous minutes with her. Thanks to my new job, I do not have time to talk to her these days. At least it keeps her away from the trouble of carrying a microphone along with an umbrella. Am I trying to find bright side even after knowing there are none? What do you call this? Optimism, nah. Helplessly foolish, hmm that sounds perfect english and a chosen adverb-adjective combination for my situation. Shrugging my shoulders thus, I hasten home to catch a bus and join my beloved under the raining roof of chennai sky.

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