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.:. V a l o u r T a l e s .:.
"Virpur, Jethalsar, Tetpur, Dhoraji!" shouted the conductor to the dusty road. "Vyaara, Dharampur, Velachha, Baria!" This was not the time for traffic. The burning midday sun seemed to scorch the earth to the very root of life.
The bus sped on. Through the open window, the young man stared out at the scenes that blew past. A visitor would like stop for a clearer view of the torrid city corridors but he did not care. This was his daily route. Still, he stared on, half-listening to the animated conversation that a couple of passengers seated behind him were having.
Every now and then, a boy or two would be seen. They would wave and clap as the bus passed. Sometimes they'd try to chase it. The young man did not like it. They led him to a corner in his heart which he generally avoided.
The city was still an hour away.
He turned round at the lady seated opposite to him. He took out his canteen and handed it to her. She looked up, startled. "Eat. It doesn't do to go hungry when someone else is at fault." he said. "H-how did you know?" "Ah, long years in this." he straightened the collar of his uniform, "Learnt to know a bit." he smiled.
But that was not all. He always seemed to know a little more than what inferred from observation. His colleagues often made fun of this peculiar quality of his, but also revered him for the same.
As he watched the woman before him drinking a content gulp of water, his mind slipped back with the turning wheels of time.
The past had hurled him to present.
"Virpur, Jethalsar, Tetpur, Dhoraji!" shouted the conductor to the dusty road. "Vyaara, Dharampur, Velachha, Baria!" This was not the time for traffic. The burning midday sun seemed to scorch the earth to the very root of life.
The bus sped on. Through the open window, the young man stared out at the scenes that blew past. A visitor would like stop for a clearer view of the torrid city corridors but he did not care. This was his daily route. Still, he stared on, half-listening to the animated conversation that a couple of passengers seated behind him were having.
Every now and then, a boy or two would be seen. They would wave and clap as the bus passed. Sometimes they'd try to chase it. The young man did not like it. They led him to a corner in his heart which he generally avoided.
The city was still an hour away.
He turned round at the lady seated opposite to him. He took out his canteen and handed it to her. She looked up, startled. "Eat. It doesn't do to go hungry when someone else is at fault." he said. "H-how did you know?" "Ah, long years in this." he straightened the collar of his uniform, "Learnt to know a bit." he smiled.
But that was not all. He always seemed to know a little more than what inferred from observation. His colleagues often made fun of this peculiar quality of his, but also revered him for the same.
As he watched the woman before him drinking a content gulp of water, his mind slipped back with the turning wheels of time.
The past had hurled him to present.
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