Wander Lust

It was a pleasant summer morning at Dharamshala. I was coming back to my office from bus stand to my office in a bus, seated on the seat behind the front door. A girl was standing right next to me. She was around 5’ 4’’, in early twenties, wearing blue jeans and a white sleeveless top. She had a very beautiful face, with untied hair falling over her shoulders. Needles to say, like any normal guy, I was regularly peeping on her every now and then. She was attractive and I was doing my best to impress her. For a second, I even contemplated giving her my seat, just to break ice but then thought it to be a bit being too bold on my part. So I held my self back, trying to figure out a better idea. Five minutes had passed since the bus started and I was completely in love with her. I had thought of marrying her and living happily ever after….yeah, men can be insane sometimes. Soon the conductor came, I paid my fair, she did too, probably a college student or a lecturer there, as she asked ...

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