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My imaginary girlfriend

Today as I travelling from college to my home by bus, a dark shadow was approaching me. The darkness of the shadow was so nerve wracking that for on instance I felt this can be the last moment of my life or this could be the end of this world.

Sudden arrays of thought was running through my mind. I was thinking about my parents, my friends, my colleagues etc. And the last thing where I got stuck was my "imaginary girlfriend". As I was thinking that she would be with me at that point of time. I want her to be in my arms so I can hug her tightly and can feel the warmness of her breath in my ears. Every breath she was taking was passing an opposing current in me and making me more passionate towards her. All of a sudden I took a step back, now I can stare in her eyes which were holding the whole world for me. I wanted to frame this moment for the rest of my life. The more I gaze in her eyes the more I was falling in love with her. For a part of second I got distracted by the movement of Her lips. Her lips were appearing to be the two newly detached petals of rose, and these lighter shade of glossy petals were forcing me to come closer and closer.

In a while I was so close to her that our breathes were coinciding with each other. Every part of my body can feel this encounter and a hurricane was running through our souls. If I have one last wish to make I wish that moment will freeze forever. As this collision of petals was about to happen my ears heard a voice "agarniya janmarg station shivaranjani che".

As this was my final stoppage, I came out from the bus. At that time those frightening dark shadow of cloud had gone away with heavy rain and " my imaginary girlfriend " too.

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©Vanza Vishal
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