Is this seat taken?

“Is this seat taken?”

I looked up from my book, initially miffed at the intrusion, then joyfully distracted by it – the perfect pair of eyes, with a baritone voice inquiring whether or not the seat next to mine was taken. Of course it was, but he didn’t have to know that. 😉 Trying to play it cool while he settled in, I discreetly messaged my friend and asked her to take the seat behind me, as against beside me, she agreed, only to end up in a similar situation. 🙂 We usually tend to take a cab for the distance we were covering because the bus takes a longer route. But that day, we had time to kill, so we decided to take the bus, by far one of the best decisions ever taken. Our journey was going to last for an hour at the very least, and we had the perfect company. I was reading Poems by E.E.Cummings and had reached “I carry your heart” (listed below)

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go
you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
And it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
And whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

When he asked, “Is this seat taken?” I said “No.” Of course I lied. But you already know that. He settled in, asked what I was reading, I showed him the poem. He smiled knowingly, and what followed was one very enjoyable bus ride, we talked about poetry, music, life, philosophy and so much more. I’ve never been that candid a conversationalist, with anyone before. Anyone.
Turns out he was an exchange student studying literature, and it was his last day in the city, so he spent it getting in and out of random buses, hoping to see something new with every bus ride. (I fell in Love with that thought, right there.) It almost seemed too perfect, an encounter like this, meeting a stranger with so much in common, and not even knowing what their name is; Then again, Life works in mysterious ways.

the optimistic view on taking the bus!
the optimistic view on taking the bus!



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