Flashback

Window seats have always been my favourite which exactly explains why I was sitting there today.
My colleagues and juniors are singing their asses off and the 'NOISE' they are making, makes me laugh and reminds me of the day you sang Hoshwalon by Jagjit Singh over the phone just because I asked you to.
I chuckle to myself and smile.
My cheeks pain and I realise I've been smiling for a little too long.
I slide the window glass to the back since the girl behind me is busy 'creating noise' and I hope she won't notice.
I welcome the wind with open arms.
Holy shit! I didn't realise how much I missed this until now.
I missed this feel of wind against my face.
The wind, making my eyes squint.
This wind is freedom.
Metaphorically, of course.
My halo is broken as the person occupying the seat next to me comes to take the seat right next to me.
This movement precipitated yet another flashback.
I remember those pictures that a colleague of mine sneakily took while me and my 'best friend' dozed off on each other's shoulders during our first two trips.
My colleague, the one who sneakily took our pictures would be idle today since you were no longer there to lend me your shoulder.
The reason for your absence wasn't the fact that there was nothing between us anymore but rather the fact that you left the institution.
I miss some moments that we luckily ended up spending together despite of your unknowingly limited time but, the fact that you are happy makes me just fine.
I have let you go just like I've done the same for a lot of people.
I sigh and try to create my halo once again only to be broken once again by the girl next to me asking me to exchange seats with her.
I quietly oblige since I know how much she loves the window seat as well.
I try to adjust in the middle and then look at her.
What I see, takes me to another place entirely.
I see Noor.
Noor, a word about which an Instagrammer I love, writes beautifully nearly every day.
One of his pictures show a girl sitting in the bus looking at the snow clad mountains out of the windows.
And that's exactly what the girl next to me is doing. The exact same position sans the view.
I was really surprised how my brain correlated even the tiniest things.
I smirk and then dig up my earphones from bag and turn on the shuffle.
Bryan Adams turns up with Please Forgive Me and I give in to yet another flashback.