With this I foray into the world of fiction. My very first short story! *nervous*
He climbs into the bus as quickly as he can, and then anxiously looks around, peeking from between the heads and shoulders blocking his way. He can’t see it. What if it is taken?
He pushes his petite frame through the crowd, getting nudged from all sides, struggling to get there. Finally, he gets a glimpse of it. The last window seat on the right. It is untaken. ‘YES’, he silently sighs. He rushes to take possession of his favorite seat, before anyone would decide to plant a bag, or a lunch box, or a jacket on it to claim it.
A girl is moving in front of him, and he has his eye on her. She reaches the end, and then suddenly bends a little towards the right. His face tightens and then loosens up quickly within seconds, as he watches her taking up a seat on the left. A big sigh this time! He slows down now, and lazily drowns himself in his comfort zone, with a content smile on his face.
He looks out of the window, eagerly waiting for the bus to move, eagerly waiting for it to reach that road.
This is his favurite part of the day, withdrawn from the world, letting his gaze wander, aimlessly, and playing the game of intuition- that strong voice in you that never fails you; A voice that tells Zahid if a plane, with twinkling red lights and gleaming magnificence, would fly over his bus.
The bus takes a turn, and they reach that road; the one that runs parallel to the runway of the city airport. He straightens up, his face glowing and eyes gleaming with the anticipation of experiencing the familiar, yet unknown. He leans out, holding the horizontal rods running across the large windows of the bus, staring up first at the sky, and then at the colourful, glowing runway, waiting for the feeling.
‘Yes or No? Will I see a plane today? Will I?’ He finds himself searching.
And then, within seconds, he just knows it. He finds himself smiling; a very confident smile.
‘It will come, Yes, it will’
For a strange reason that he is unaware of, he knows it will come.
His eyes remain glued to the lit path, as the bus takes another turn. He cranes his neck to get a better view. He doesn’t see anything. It is not coming.
His thoughts start to wander now. ‘What if intuitions could go wrong?’. ‘What if the voice was wrong?’, he muses, a mysterious smile lingering on his face, refusing to leave.
‘If I don’t see a plane today, I would be discovering something new’, he starts talking to himself. ‘Very strong feelings too could create illusions; illusions of certainty!’
His smile grows bigger at this thought. He is still looking at the runway, hoping for something unexpected, waiting for a conclusion, a consummation of his struggling thoughts, when suddenly he sees a shadow descending, with wings, and flickering lights. ‘It’s a Plane!!!’ He exclaims.
‘Yess, It’s a Plane!!’
He stares at the huge magnificent figure with wonder, as it swiftly sweeps across the sky, filling the air with its roar and growl, as if asserting its arrival, its authority. He watches as it slowly lowers itself on his left, between the two parallel strings of colorful lights. There is something about planes that fascinates him; that transcends him into another world altogether, that makes him lose himself, and that makes him struggle for that window seat every day.
There is a unique shine in his eyes, and now his smile transforms into a fully stretched grin. His intuition wasn’t wrong; the voice wasn’t wrong.
He is amused at the play of thoughts in his mind, at the sudden switching of sides; at how his mind smartly created a back- up plan to defend his own intuition.
He always fails to understand his own mind, his own feelings, his own expectations, and this excites him. He likes the confusion, the unexpected turn of events, the sudden rush, he likes it all.
He leans back now, and catches a final glimpse of the plane, crawling on the runway and disappearing into the dark, as the bus takes the final turn.