Urdu Poetry Forum

Thnx for the appreciation Amna /hug , Fari ji /hugs and Pappu :hug ... Hope to see you guys participating as well /flowers

Part 1

She looked at her watch. It was showing twenty minutes past seven. Her bus was late again. From the dim light of the street lamp she tried to gaze as far away as she was able to hoping to see the headlights of the bus. There was no other light but that of the street lamps. It occurred to her that no car or other vehicle had passed her for the last half an hour. The street was long and deserted. She looked up at the night sky. “Where are all the stars? Is it going to rain?”, she thought. Suddenly she felt it was darker than it was supposed to be. It was so quite that she almost heard the silence itself. For a moment she stopped breathing and tried to listen to another sound, a voice, anything. There was nothing but the quite and cold darkness. “God! This is giving me the creeps! Where is that damn bus at!”, she frustratingly mumbled to herself. She felt her hands getting colder. She had some gloves in her bag she was sure of that. She nervously tried to unzip her bag. The zip was stuck and it only added to her frustration. She tried a few times to unzip it, but it was impossible. Finally she gave up the effort, fetched a deep sigh and began looking around. “Why is this bus stop placed in the middle of nowhere?”, she thought again. “Maybe I should just walk home. But it’ll take me almost an hour and it is so dark. And that stupid zip! If I could just put on my gloves. Maybe I could get a lift if a car drives by. Gosh Sara! Are you crazy girl, you can’t just hop in some stranger’s car! But I have been standing here for so long now, can’t keep standing here and it is cold and……..” She kept thinking and talking to herself. All the sudden she heard a noise from far away. She stopped breathing again and listened. It was the bus! Finally! She felt a relief and anticipatory began looking towards the bus. It moved slowly towards her emitting all the light from it, she giggled for a second. The bus was reminding her of a big funny cartoon character she used to see as a child. The bus reached the bus stop and stopped right in front of her and opened the automatic doors. Her smile frowned. The bus was all empty and there was nobody else besides the bus driver in it. She did not feel comfortable and just stood there. The bus driver waited a few seconds and then annoyingly asked: “Excuse me! Are you going for the ride or not??” She ignored his annoyance and asked: “Where are all the other passengers?” The bus driver apparently forgot about his annoyance as well and bursted out in a laughter: “Are you high or something, don’t you see that the bus is all empty?” She felt a little embarrassment. “Well then why are you half an hour late?!”, she exclaimed. The driver was not taking her seriously. “Well missy why are you asking so many questions?” He laughed again. She just stood there and tried to hide her embarrassment. The driver caught that and talked to her in a more polite but questioning tone: “Look I’m already late, I have to go so if you want the ride then hop in otherwise I’m closing the doors.” She understood the seriousness in his tone and took a fast glimpse around her and then one inside the enlightened bus and stepped up. She was still unsure and nervous and just stood there in front of him. The driver got annoyed again. “Now are you going to buy a ticket or are you just going to stand there forever? You know it is not a free ride!” Once again hiding her embarrassment she bought the ticket and found a seat back in the bus. “What a rude man!”, she thought. She turned her head to look outside the window and met her own reflection. She was looking into her small black eyes. She usually had a dark complexion, but because of the cold she seemed so pale right now. She looked closely at her reflection. She was looking very tired. She lowered her eyes and thought of how nervous and uncomfortable she had been the last almost 1 hour. “Why am I so insecure and afraid of little things?”, she asked herself and well knowingly that she did not have any answers to this, she just looked outside the window again and hoped to reach home soon and safely.

U r welcome Asmaa /hug and its going to be soooo much fun !

Maybe we should have one part for each character's description /unsure .... what do you guys say sss

very nice suggestion of writing a suspence/horror story.....smells like some thing different n horrible /surprise
hoping the best from u n every1...

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