The Girl on the Bus

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Today I reached Hyderabad by AP Tourism Development Corporation Bus service from Mumbai. This post is about a girl who traveled on the same bus from Mumbai to Pune. She was a stunningly beautiful girl. By the time I realized that I wanted to talk to her, she disembarked at Pune and due to lack of courage on my part, I could not even ask her her name.

She boarded the bus (# 2592) in Mumbai at 5:45 PM on Jan 17. She sat on the seat number 19W beside a grubby looking uncle. She got down from the bus at Pune near a stop where I could see "Pankaj Sweets" shop. She wore a pink top and carried a brown carry-bag from Wrangler. She "apparently" shopped at Shopper's Stop and did not buy something because it was costly at price of Rs. 1100 or 1200. I gathered the last piece of information from her conversation on her cell phone, which I eavesdropped on.

If you know her, please tell her to drop me an email at pandey.anshuman@gmail.com because I am infatuated with her!

Comments

sourav singh said…
gosh.. ans .. all i can say is its bad for me to have a role model like you...
this was your one chance to show all us kids that talking to a woman or saying an occasional hi is not that tough a thing...
i feel there are two reasons why we fail in situations like this:
1. every time we see a beautiful girl.. our hormones are all charged up.. we get infatuated, fall in love, dream of holidaying with her in Paris... rather than taking the whole thing very casually and just saying a casual hi..
2. even when the first rule fails.. the fear of raised eyebrows of neighbours cause a premature end...
but anyway.. its nice to know.. that at least you got infatuated.. the last time you had an infatuation it was with a glass bottle with initials R S written on it, ain't it? hope your life gets spicier.. and that encourages me too..
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