Disclaimer – Bears no resemblance to anyone living or dead. Purely fictitious narration and no offence meant to anyone. Hope this is taken in the right spirit.

Angle 1 : His eyes searched the crowd through the window for her familiar slim figure and his face broke into a smile when he spotted her. A whole bunch of people got into the bus and she was the last to board it. His heart beat faster as she walked towards the empty seat next to his'. Would she...won't she...would she...won't she...would...she did!! His heart skipped a beat when she perched herself on the seat next to his. He took a while to reach a state of normalcy. He could smell the shampoo from her still wet hair. Her deo made him reach dizzy heights of fantasies. Her soft fair hands were just inches away from his...yet so far. Two stops later the handsome hunk boarded the bus and he could sense that her eyes followed him. To make matters worse, the hunk walked down to where they were sitting and leaned on the railing next to her! Shucks! Every love story has to have a villian! He cast himself, in his imaginary love story, as the hero and the girl next to him, his heroine. The handsome hunk was the villian who would be subjected to blows of the hero's prowess. He powed down the hunk repeatedly against the very railing(in his mind of course), until it was time for all of them to get down. He cursed himself for having indulged  in senseless fantasies when he could have talked to the girl instead...

Angle 2 : There was more than the usual crowd today. She walked to the only empty seat in the bus and plonked herself down next to the guy who couldn't seem to take his eyes off her. 'Why the hell is he staring at me that way? Am I looking alright?' She adjusted her dupatta and smoothed her still wet hair. 'Two more stops before he boards the bus...poor sweetheart...he would have to stand today...ahhh..there he comes! '. The handsome hunk boarded the bus and it was her heart that skipped a beat when he chose the railing next to her seat to lean onto. 'Would he smell my new deo? Does he notice that I exist? Wish he was sitting next to me instead of this ogling idiot...every love story has to have a hitch!' She dreamt the handsome hunk would rescue her from the ogling idiot who sat next to her.

The twisted 3rd angle : He managed to board the bus just on time. His eyes searched for his usual seat - next to the cute boy he loved so dearly. Damn! It was taken...a girl had taken his favourite place. He longed to sit next to the cute boy, to smell his after shave, to feel the warmth of his body next to his'. He had even rehearsed how he would introduce himself that day and start a friendship, but this horrible girl had occupied the place that was rightfully his! He went and stood next to the seat where the cute boy sat. Every love story has to have a vamp. He dreamt the cute boy would read his mind and get rid of that girl!

He sighed...would this conservative society ever accept him for what he was...or rather...wasnt?

Well...like they say...the most handsome ones are either taken or …are gay!(with due apologies to all handsome guys...who aren't gay).