A ride unforgettable!!!!!!!!!!!

Hi friends, it shouldn't be much of a wonder to you I guess if I tell you that I love to write fiction. Well, for the first time today, I'm posting a part of my fiction here, just to have you a little glimpse of my fiction writing. Let me tell you one thing before you read this that this piece of fiction is really fictitious, not at all related to reality.

"Hey,it's blue...","No, pink actually..."
"It's a combination of these two..."
My thoughts were quarrelling with each other. Then I bended again towards my right to make a final decision. I had to glance as she was only half visible to me. Actually she was sitting two rows ahead of me and a boy was the barrier against her complete view to my sight as he was sitting a row ahead of me exactly between me and she. I again looked at the beautiful hair clip...'Yes, it's Pink :)'.
As the class was over, everyone rushed out, so did I. I reached her and looked at her face as if wanted to talk with eyes. She said, "NO" in a sense that meant 'Yes'. I was happy but I was even happier because of the fact that she read me.Finally she started her scooty and then I sat behind her. As I moved my feet to the footsteps, I got closer to her body, thanks to scooty makers...!!!! She started driving. It was a beautiful fragrance, made me move even closer, her hairs. Now, I moved a bit more close to her so that my body was touching hers. There was a little cute smile on her face that said,'You're crazy!!!'. I had a look at her beautiful light purple stole matched with a sky blue suit from so close. Now, I couldn't stop myself. I bended ahead from the right side so that my head was parallel to hers. Her smile getting broader. Then, from the other side, I moved my left hand over hers, the cute little softer one, started driving my palm slowely from her elbow to her fingers and finally stopped there. I was feeling awesome touching her hand that was controlling her scooty simultaneously. Now, it was my right hand's job, I moved it along her waist and curled her stomach. Now her smile was diminishing and she was getting serious...She got rid of my left hand and moved hers to my right one pulling it away slowely from her body saying,"Yaar...please don't", in a voice that made me go insane. Well, this was the most killing moment, she looked even cuter and I swear to God, I couldn't stop myself at all at that moment. I slowly moved my left hand towards her face, held her left jaw with it slightly and moved my face closer to her right cheek. With my face a few millimeters away of hers and my eyes got closed automatically and I suppose she too had her eyes closed by that time(don't know exactly , was insane[was in excited state :P]). I touched her cheek with my lips with a gentle smooch. We both were silent after that and the rest of the ride was travelled silently as well.

My mistake....????? Yuckkkkkkssssssssssss............man!!!!

For the first time, the intervals between the examination papers seemed to me as too much. And that's why I thought of start reading 'My experiments with truth', and autobiography of Gandhiji in these gaps, minorly, not to get bored and majorly to learn something. Many no. of times we all would have attempted "A great leader--Mahatma gandhi" in our English Literature question paper during our primary and middle school examinations but it is really a wonder that we don't know even a bit about him. It is not possible to understand such a personality and his learnings unless you are in senses. It really takes time and maturity and that too I came to know when I read a few starting chapters of his autobiography. However, the curiosity about him raised in my mind when I watched 'Lage raho Munnabhai' in 2007 or 08, don't remember exactly the year. 'To tell the truth' was one of his teachings that I liked most but later on found 'To accept your mistake' as the one I needed to implement the most. I wouldn't have come to know about it unless I was told by my ....... friend.

'To accept your mistake'......uuuuu......well, again I'll say, it's 'easier said than done' because it took me time to learn this and yeah maturity as well.

Firstly, let me inform my reader not to expect any amazing piece of writing in this article because as you can see, I'm writing in a slow-steady-calm pace with no thrillers and this too has a reason that it's time for being sincere. Sincerely, it's a serious problem if you're not used to accept your mistake. There are a lot of moments in your life that may let you feel tyhat how nice you've been to others and how good and sweet you're, others may say this to you as well a numerous times, but only time tell you what a mess you had been and are. There are many incidents which if I start telling will never end and around you as well there are a lot of things to teach you this like --'Jay-veeru's anger towards Thakur for not picking them the Gun and later on they came to know that he didn't have hands' in Sholay, or it may be that classic story in which --'A boy was amazed to see the outside world, and a person observing him made fun of him and later on came to know that the boy got his eyesight for the first time til his birth'. Believe me, it is like a sharp pointed pin continuously pointing at you or like ants under your skin when you come to know what a mistake(blunder for that matter) you have done and what if you never even get a chance to say sorry to such persons whom you have hurt and what is its use even if you get one because just saying sorry isn't the heal for the wound you've caused.

The only thing I think we can do in such situations is to be thankful to those lovely people who have tolerated you, have loved you even in such situations and accepted you even in your most awkward avatar, do as much as you can for them, though it does not happen overnight but remember, you can always sweep out the dust irrespective of how many times it stucks to you again and again...and you know what....If I ask the writer in me, he just says--"It takes a heart for being nice". :)
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Take care....
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