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A Trip to Remember

This is my real story of my life.

It happened unintentionally. I was on a train. But I felt very lucky that day to have a good looking madam sit next to me. Though she was an average looking lady, but was having a maintained structure and looked little curvy. I was allotted a window seat. I was on the last seat, the madam entered the bus and she looked at the seat next to me and another last two seats in my lane were empty.

Luckily the madam came near my seat and looked at me. I gave her a welcome smile. She also smiled with little effort. She was looking at window, I understood that she wanted the window seat. She said number 43 I said yes here and showed her the inside seat. But she was again looking at window. I asked, her you want the window seat? She said yes, if you don’t mind. I said, no problem madam, you can have it. May be she was in her late thirties and I in my late forties. I stood up from the window seat. She was yet fumbling with her bag to keep in the upper rack. I asked may I help you; she smiled and said, oh, yes.

I pulled the rack a little downward and pushed the bag inside, it was just a second’s job. She was exclaimed seeing the work done so fast. She took her seat. It was a 2×2 bus but, even than the seat was smaller. While seating inside, she occupied some part of my seat also. To begin with without telling her I adjusted myself with some difficulty to increase the difficulty the hand rest on my right side was unmovable. I introduced to her myself; I said I am Raghav originally from Ahmedabad but visiting Goa, for some business work. I looked at her expectantly, to let her introduce herself to me. But she didn’t say anything. I thought the nut is very hard.

I saw someone moving near window. She just waved from the glass without opening the glass. And the fellow went just by waving the hand. By age I can guess he was her husband. But I was not sure about it. The bus moved. I tried to settle in the small space of my seat but could not have enough space to get the rest. Either I have to let my body stay over her to some extent or I have to seat half-heartedly. The bus was expected to reach Panjim by 5 pm.

The bus was passing through the Mumbai suburbs, slowly I settled next to her allowing my shoulder to press on her shoulder. She was wearing a top and skirt. I felt that her skin and body is soft, though she looks like a strong built. That way I am 5 ft 4 inches and medium built with athletic muscles all over my body. However, I look little on thinner side, but I am strong physically. My skin little fairer, whereas she little on a browner side.

I took out a magazine, “Computers & Electronics” and started reading it. She expectantly trying to look at magazine, and I allowed to let her reading some part of it, if she was so eager to read something technical in computers, though I was astonished to see her eagerness, I didn’t ask her anything. I Just allowed her to look at it. This made us both settle in our seats with quite a level of confidence, in which we found ourselves comfortable though our bodies were under pressure from each other. In fact, I loved it that way.

I knew she is quite younger to me, but I didn’t mind the difference if I get a chance to make friendship with this simple looking girl. Actually I liked her simplicity. There was definitely some shine in her eyes, which was attracting me towards her.

In a short while we both were engrossed in reading an article, which was of very much interest for me, even I forgotten her for time being. It was when I turned up the page; she restricted me from doing it, because she was yet to complete the page. I looked to her, and smiled, she too smiled. I let the magazine come before her properly, so that she can read it, till than I went through the advertisement on the same page.

As she finished reading, she tried to turn the page. We both completed reading that article to gather. As we finished, I asked her are you from computer field? She nodded in affirmation. I took away the magazine for a while and I extended my palm to greet her again and say, I am Raghav Ghosh, computer engineer working in TCS.

Her eyes widened and she shook her palm with me. Our palms met for quite a long time till she finished giving me information about her. She said that she had done MCA and, she looks after software department of a consumer goods manufacturing company. She told that she was facing the same type of software problem discussed in the article, so she was engrossed in reading that. I asked her the exact problem they were facing. She told me everything in long technical details.

As she went on narrating, I could find that she is not a simple lady, she is a gorgeous learned woman, with much more practical knowledge, which an ordinary MCA, programmer could not have. But she was mesmerized with the way I showed her mistakes in the program. One after another, our discussion went in to more details, I showed her many reference from the same article, to substantiate my point. In no time we became good friends, and were discussing things like we are colleagues. Our physical contact taboo, disappear and we now were close to each other, and for explaining many things we even shared rough pad and pencil and we found no problem in putting it in other’s lap while writing on it.

In all these I have many time felt soft touch to her busts, and we were also now feeling each other’s perfume closely. She said that she is Neha, and she was originally Gujarati and married to a south Indian man from her own field, but she now feeling that they are a mismatch. When she came to know that I am also Gujarati, she opened up more and shared her personal information about her married life. She even broke out while saying all about her personal life. I have to practically console her, like her family member caressing her and wiping tears from her eyes. We were very close by then.

The bus now left Mumbai and we were on the highway with fields on both the side, and the August weather was pleasing, all greenery across. It had a nice monsoon effect in the air. It looked as it had been recently a shower of rain in this area and the sun was giving new freshness to the surroundings. Our common interests and the god company of each other made both of us to talk freely to each other many things about many other companies, their pay structure, opportunities in this field etc. And suddenly there was a blast. People in the bus screamed, Neha, held me tight with my hands in her hand.

I was unmoved and I declared that the tire of our bus has busted. Some said no, no, someone said yes, yes, some said something different, all were eager to know what has happened. And it was official that two front tires have busted at a time. And the bus was pulled due to it on extreme left side.

Only than Neha found that she was holding my hands very tightly, she loosed the grip but still holding it, and she looked at me, I looked at her. She left lose my hands, I looked at her, and said its ok. She put her head on my shoulder and I caressed her cheek and also patted it a little, saying you are getting panicked so soon. Everybody was now getting down from the bust. As we were on the last seat, we stood up last and till than, we enjoyed the closeness of each other with her head on my shoulder and again held my arm as if, showing that she liked the proximity.

I stood up first, and then gave her my hand to stand up. First I got down from the bus. The bus was parked suddenly so it was little difficult to get down from the bus easily. After I got down, I helped her to get down from the bus. I have to practically hold her from her upper body while she got balance on her feet while getting down. We acted like a couple taking care of each other. It was not a bad place to pass the time, till we get some help from the nearest help point for the bus. It had a nice typical village type highway restaurant, and eateries, water and everything was available. We had nice breakfast followed with cold drinks, and then we moved around in the fields, chatting and enjoying.

We both came out with our qualities. She found my jokes quite interesting. She was a good singer and she sung three four nice songs, in two songs I also gave my voice in chorus with her. When she sung a love song I was melted and became romantic and came closer to her and kissed her. She also came closer and we took each other in embrace. She kept singing the song, and we both enjoyed the romance. When she finished that song, I took her face between my palms and looked deep in eyes. I wanted to melt in her eyes and we embraced each other and we had a nice passionate deep lip kiss with tongue licking to follow.

We were stopped by the whistle of the bus conductor. I looked towards the bus, and found that everybody was boarding the bus. We walked over there fast and settled in our seats. But now we were not the same old fellow travellers. We were now bonded with some glue of friendship, and knowing each other well. It was less than an hour or so, when it started raining heavily. That was not a sudden outbreak of heavy rain, as we went further, people in the area informed that it’s raining like this in this area since morning and many roads are flooded and some roads are blocked etc. The bus was now running very slow. More bad news was received, when the bus again stopped at their normal lunch restaurant.

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