Red for Ashu

Its Friday. Rohan peeps out of the window of the bus, to get his first glance of Ashu for the day. She is wearng a very indian looking kurta over her jeans .As always , the colours are bright. She always does wear bright colours whether its her kurtas or her shirts ... and her trademark long ear rings...

Rohan tries to look at them while she climbs the steps into the bus.. He stifles a smile when he sees her bag... The gunny bag was what he called it. It was a huge bag, he had tried to think of all the things that she carries in it. He looks at her as she crosses him... The designer bindi on her forehead.. the kohl lined eyes .. and the unbraided hair... She looked fresh... Thru the corner of his eyes he senses her sit down a seat just across his ..

She smiles at the short guy she talks to in the bus ... The cheeky looking guy who somehow makes her smile all the time... Rohan turns and looks at her one last time before he closes his eyes... he could hear her,,, talk about the buses her books... her friends .. the shops.. just about everything ...and she finds reasons to smile about almost all of them ...

He smiles with his eyes closed.. It soothes him... her voice ... her easy smile..The bus stops and Rohan opens his eyes to look at the decorative lake in front of his office... Time to get down.. He waits till Ashu gets down ... watches her search for her ID tag in her bag... She flips it over her hair ,,... and walks away smiling at no one in partiular..Rohan smiles at her fading back and turns towards his gate...
He wonders if she would wear red on Monday....

Time to start working....