There is always a option to break silence and start a conversation with stranger sitting next to you. May be the destiny had fixed your ardent bond with the one whom you didn't know yet because the world is a vast space of hearts and feelings and no one can predict ever where and how you can bond up with the one who will take you to eternal pleasure of being together. #fullstoryIn_Caption Story: Stranger but companion. He was all about to left the city and was waiting for bus #AtTheBusStop yet the bus was delayed so He was busy in scrolling his fb feed with a lone sadness on his face, then he took a glance to seated under the waiting shed and sit aside to a girl whom he didn't noticed yet, he placed his diary and side bag on bench and again he was busy with his fiber box of memories, the girl who was sitting aside him as being formal stranger kept herself busy in reading pages of diary full of her memories delightful or worst with eyes all veiled up with eyelids and tears rolling on cheeks those she kept hiding by her blonde hairs. as with time passing and so the air all around, vehicles swift to destiny and the peoples dreaming and walking chained to their repeated schedule just to prove their existence keeping their ardent desires locked up in long breathe of pleasant mornings and midnight full of moonlight. but for whom the time was living at its full is those two strangers and their delayed bus, the bench was silently noticing both of them and was in dilemma to conform that if the streams of their heart is flowing up with one kind of feeling towards the ocean of love will they meet though or any one of them will dried up being heartless in need of companion. or would they'll flow together if met and downpour to the eternity, but there was yet as strange as the bond of drop and oyster which is still unpredictable to form the pearl until the one individual is in need to be committed. then suddenly a sharp honk break the waves of thought in which the bench was surfing, and then felt light weighted from one side and aside, the girl was still their knitting her memories with tears while the boy who too belongs the same feel was moved elsewhere, and the bench kept thinking that "if the old memories and feel of love is like Saraswati that had left Ganga then there was again Yamuna to completes their journey to fulfill their desires to let both met with that feel again in the name of warmth hug of emotions called Sangama and continues their journey to the eternity, and so the two strange souls can be one to enrich the greatness of feel of living " ...the bench was left empty as the other bus arrives after a short while and all that remain was fantasy and silence.
