A direct line of sight
With a girl, in a local
KSRTC bus is rare.
But once a decade,
On a rare summer day,
It does happen.
Decent looking with
A crooked smile.
Almost a flirty nose.
But why a serious,
Knotted face?
Why does she look
Agitated?
The heat?
All male gaze?
My ugly face?
Grappling with my
Urge to look-
Standing in the aisle-
Clutching my hands
For support.
The crowd,
The jerk of legs
That sway with the
Motion of bus.
Yet my eyes fixated
On her.. waiting
For hints..
Trying to hold on.
Waiting for her gaze
To meet mine.
Then that sweet
Moment arrives-
The question on her
Face finds an
Answer when she,
Throws up.
A spray of vomit.
The curry leaves
And indigested
Onion on the people
The blast radius-
Radiating smell
Finding hairy noses
With or without
Moustache-
Bus stops.
Many rush out.
Few curse her.
My eyes still manage
To look at her again
In the aftermath-
A gleaming face.
Crooked smile.
A firm stare that
Screamed-
How everyone
Deserved something
Like that.