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I did not know her name. But, the loss was evident. I would not categorize this as a lethal blow, but nonetheless, I wanted to avoid it. That is, if I could.
It all started on a dull Tuesday morning, my second day at office. The first meeting was short. As short, as it could be. And so was it going to be. If I were to define the experience, then I would have been at a loss of words. She was graceful in her movements. The white blouse and an orange skirt she wore were trying unsuccessfully to hide her exquisite curves. The barely visible knees only invigorated my suppressed desires.
The distance between us was not great. That is, if you consider 40m to be a small measure.
But then, I thought it would not remain like this forerver! So, I had at least one reason to be cheerful.
Hopes always carry along with them a lot of buggage- the dissapointments of unfulfilled dreams or the numerous problems that crop up during the ordeal. The latter was the present concern of mine. After all, she did not know me, and neither did I know her. The problem of this unacquaintance had a bigger counterpart. It was my lack of willingness to pursue the matters further. To think that the affair met a sordid end would be naïve of you. But it was true that things were not moving as fast as it should.
Every morn, at sharp 7.55 a.m. my bus used to arrive. Being a JIT(just in time) proponent, I usually was not there by 7.52a.m., the time she used to arrive with her father and a white dog. Her father was a source of irritation for me. With me there to protect her, she hardly needed a backup. But then, I hardly bothered to convey my feelings to her. The forty metres still seemed to be a stifling barrier.
Every Wednesday, she had a p.t. class in her school. And so, she used to wear a white skirt instead of the usual orange ones. White colour was not an anathema for me. Just that the skirt was merely a couple of inches longer. I being an avid fan of her gorgeous legs could not satisfy myself with such a restricted view. A fool must have said- “The more the merrier.” It should have been- “The lesser, the better.”
It was a nightmare for me when she used to choose skipping our daily rendezvous. A very simple involuntary action of hers had very serious repercussions. And  the sad part being her unawareness. The three minutes of blind wait was a torturous journey for me. I sometimes felt cheated. But lovers have always been the victims of this society. And so, it was a not an uncommon happening in this big playground.
As this stalemate continued, she had a new surprise for me. I realized that she had also become a convert to the JIT philosophy. The hithertho three-minute trysts, were cut down to one. And on one of those unlucky days, I missed her charming beauty totally.
In Ocober, she did not come for a week. I was getting worried. Even if I had not talked to her once, I had all the right in this world to be worried. Later on I realized that it was the festive season, and the schools were having their usual durga puja holidays. I felt better.
After a fifteen-day hiatus, I saw her again. But this meeting was different from our past encounters. I had taken a house very close to my office and during weekdays I was going to stay there. No more 7.55am bus, no more the trouble of getting up early. No more the pain of seeing a white dog with his stupid old master. And sadly, no more ogling a 15year girl who hardly knew my lecherous intentions. Yes, it was the parting day.
 

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