I was travelling in a nonstop air conditioned bus with upper and lower sleeper compartments. I was sitting in my lower compartment, holding tight to the window railing for balance and another hand squeezed between my thighs.
Maintaining the balance of my body was very important. I had my lunch just before the start of the travel. And never had the time to press the flush.
I had to go to pee. But thanks to my efforts of booking a nonstop transport, I was stuck there until the bus would pit in for some break.
I had tried all the methods I could remember to put the nature’s call on silent. I tried listening to music, watching an intense movie, playing with the curtains, taking deep breaths, concentrating hard on the broken mini TV in front of me, and what not!
Now the time for trying to forget that thing was gone and the mission to not let the fugitive escape had started. I was sitting with immense concentration, afraid that a bump on the road might let the dam explode…
I tried one more thing that had always helped me with boredom, although not directly related to my problem then but still, was worth a shot.
But there was a slight problem. All the seats had the translucent doors closed. I could only see a blurry image of people inside.
The bus took a sharp turn, which shoot my determination to its peak level.
I settled back to my position and saw outside my compartments. I could see the reflection of the seat above me on the door of the seat in besides me. Someone was sat up, a rather abruptly. It seemed the person inside was uneasy with the way the bus took turns. Well, I was uneasy too…
I tried reading a novel, but couldn’t concentrate on the words well. Just then I heard the door of some compartment slide.
I peaked outside my compartment again and saw that the door to the compartment above me had opened. It was a girl of my age, who looked as if in great tension. She looked around, just like I had a few minutes before. Then she went back inside, but didn’t close the doors.
I wondered what could be worrying her. But my own tension was far more important than her that time.
For a few minutes, my mind was more occupied in stopping something else, but then my curiosity got over it.
One more time, I let my head outside my compartment and looked above my seat. Coincidentally, she did the same, peaking down at me. She had the same expression of tension on her face as I thought I had at that time.
I hesitated a little, but then decided to talk to her. I showed her my little finger and made a question-asking-expression on my face. She made an uncomfortable face, but nodded eventually.
Funny, we both were in the same situation, and on huge pressure…
I showed my little finger to her again, and then with the other hand stretched the imaginary line of my little finger to the Max stretch that my finger and thumb could achieve.
My face must have shown her my agony, that first she looked at me with pity in her eyes, and then started laughing wildly.
I laughed along too, but another bump on the road stopped our laughter and instantly replaced it with a grim.
After a few glances, she came down from her upper compartment and sat in front of me in my compartment. We carried on with intros and casual talk, while we both had looked tension and pity on our face for our condition.
I gave her a comforting look while holding on to one of her hands. She didn’t let go, to my surprise.
The bus took another sharp turn and we both held tightened our grip on other’s hands.
I didn’t know her name, she didn’t know me either. But holding hands tightly did help very well… Whenever the poor condition of roads questioned our strength to hold on and whenever the sharp turns tested the leakproof-ness of our packets, we fought the situation with vigor.
We didn’t leave each other’s hands till next half an hour. During that time we kept the conversation on, which helped us get distracted from the most common problem of humans, the pee-pee condition.
When the bus slowed down and took a halt, we got up slowly, still holding hands, careful not to let haste waste our efforts so far.
While all this time, I had been successful to get my mind distracted from the pressure but I thought, even holding hands with a beautiful girl in a tightly build bus compartment couldn’t help me win over it. That was the time I understood one saying – when you got to go, you got to go! 😉
We reached the loo and finally parted our ways to be at peace… Phewwwwwww!
In real, there was no girl above my compartment and there was no holding hands. Otherwise, everything was true. I was in a tensed situation and was waiting, longingly, for the bus to stop.
An out of control mind made up this story to divert my attention from the reality… and I instantly started writing it, to help me get diverted.