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The Funny city bus ride

City bus, the common Chariot of the modern day warriors (if we call our daily life struggle a war) can sometimes be the witness of such funny incidents that the struggle turns into a fun and worth remembering anecdotes.

Let me share this with my readers and spread the smile that I had on my face when I was listening to my friend narrating the story. Medha, my childhood friend and a funny character to be with, was always on her toes to make a dull and boring moment into jovial and interesting. One day we planned to meet at CCD and she promised me to make the date (as we thought why should only couples go on dates even friends can go on date) interesting. We took the nearest table and ran our eyes through the menu card and ordered the lowest coffee as we both, though not miser, were not a spendthrift. 

Medha said, "Polu remember I told you once that we are assigned to find sponsors and jury members for our annual fest?"

 I said, "Yes, I do."

Medha said, "That's good now what happened is, that the day I was assigned to meet one of the jury members I went to Commerce Bus stop and was waiting for the bus to Goswami Service but was feeling too low and bored. Was wondering if I would have had a companion. Suddenly, I saw an aunty too waiting for the bus near me. Just to pass the time I thought of talking to her but was not getting how to start the conversation. Then an idea clicked my mind and I asked the lady, "Aunty, will the buses from here go to Goswami Service? " She replied in affirmative and with a smile as if even she wanted to have a company to talk. She asked me if I was new and that where I stay and where my parents are. Just the moment before I did not have the idea that I am going to create a new identity altogether.

 I said her that I belong to Duliajan and was staying at hostel and started making stories as if I really stayed at hostel, which just remained as one of my many dreams, and was really new in the city. She talked with me and warned about the bad things of the city. I found her quite interesting but unfortunately my bus stop came and I had to get down. Suddenly, I realized that I was feeling down while leaving her as if in that small span she became my very good friend. I asked her number which she readily gave and told me to contact her whenever I need her. I had a smile on my face but a disappointment in heart. May be I should have not lied. Or if I would not have lied we could not meet. Whatever, whatever happens, happens for good.

"And now I know Polu who that lady, actually is and why I felt so" said Medha.

I said, "WHO was she?"

Medha smiled and replied, "She was my Mother-in-law, whom I met last week for the first time."

We both laughed a lot and by the time we looked at each other the cup filled with coffee came down where even a single sip was not possible. We criticized them for serving so less. Human nature - we want more than whatever we have. We parted and the whole night I was wondering what Medha told me.