For Friends

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“Does this bus go to the Station?”, the young girl asked to the middle-aged lady. The lady just had the time to nod her head in affirmative as she was busy getting in herself. The girl followed her.
As they both got in, the lady grabbed the only vacant seat for herself and sat down. The girl stood standing next to her carrying a heavy looking shoulder bag. Their eyes met and they exchanged a smile.
“Give me your bag, I'll hold it for you,” the lady asked. And ever since that day, many days have passed the lady holding her bag. The age-gap between them never stopped them from having hearty conversations. Every morning they would wait for each other at the bus stand. If one didn't arrive at the usual time, the other would get anxious. Next morning would never forget to inquire about the reason for absence. If one went on a holiday or a long leave, would never forget to inform the other. Every day they greeted each other with a broad smile and the conversations would easily led them to their respective destinations in no time.
Life was going at its usual pace. They became what you may call 'bus-friends', caring for each other in the over crowded buses. Making way for each other and adjusting for each other. Everything just happened naturally, effortlessly.
Then one day the younger friend came a little early at the bus stop. Her eyes kept searching for the other. “Oh! I am early and she is late,” she thought looking at her wrist watch. She waited till she couldn't wait any more. Days passed and the wait kept on going longer. She doesn't have a clue as to what happened to her because through all the conversations both of them forgot to exchange numbers and addresses.
She still worries about her and never forgets to send a silent prayer for her well-being. She has a speech ready to deliver whenever she meets her much-older friend and the first thing she has decided to do is to take her number. But she is still waiting to meet her. Hope she meets her soon because not a day passes when she a thought about her doesn't pass her mind.


(PS: My entry for the Friendship Day that just passed by. As usual I am late to wish few of my precious friends. Here's thanking you all for being there for me, always. )