In a bus I saw a girl in a light pink dress
Just one quick look, and I felt the stress
She walked past me and quietly sat by the right side
On the window seat, where sunlight came inside
It was summer, but it felt hotter than before
I started sweating and thinking things I should ignore
A soft wind came in and moved her hair
Then I smelled her perfume floating through the air
I wanted to talk, maybe say something sweet
But I stayed quiet, feeling shy—defeated in my seat
A few stops later, she stood and left the bus
She walked away, and my heart began to fuss
I still think of her when I pass that same place
But I can’t picture her—I’ve forgotten her face
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Story Behind This Poem
This poem is inspired by a real moment in my life. I was about 20 years old, heading to my college, Deshbandhu College. I was sitting somewhere in the middle of the bus, which was unusually empty for some reason. Maybe my class was late, or I just left home late, but it wasn’t during office hours. It was summer because I remember when that pretty girl in the pink dress got on the bus.
I looked behind, and as soon as I saw her, I started wiping the sweat off my forehead. She looked so cool, while I was sweating like crazy. Not a single drop of sweat on her face or body. She was so calm and beautiful, and I thought, “She must have some great genes to look so perfect in this heat.”
She was wearing a light pink dress, and it looked expensive. I don’t know what kind of dress it was, but it was kind of like a frock, not too long or too short—just perfect. She had a nice perfume too, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I think she was holding an umbrella and a small water bottle. I kept trying to steal glimpses of her, and wow, she was stunning.
What I didn’t mention in the poem is that she and I got off the bus at the same stop. It was the last stop, Nehru Place. I noticed her getting off, but as soon as we stepped into the crowd, I lost sight of her. I took the underpass to cross the road because my college was on the opposite side. But as I was walking, I suddenly saw her again. She was walking in the nice neighborhood.
She looked like she was a few years older than me, maybe two or three, or maybe we were the same age—I wasn’t sure. I had to turn right to get to my usual route to college, but this time, I didn’t turn. I kept walking straight because I wanted to see her one last time. You might think this sounds silly or even creepy, especially if you’re a girl or not from India. And I understand that. If I were a girl, I wouldn’t like a guy like me walking behind me. I totally get it. But that’s just the way things are. If I looked like Henry Cavill, maybe things would be different.
So, I kept walking. She turned left, and I think that was where she lived. I had to turn right to get to my college, but as I did, I kept looking back, hoping for just one last glimpse of her. Then, she vanished. I don’t know where she went. But whatever, she was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen.
After my college ended, I didn’t take my usual route to the bus stop. Instead, I went back to the place where I last saw her, hoping to see her again. I did this several times, but I never saw her again.
But it didn’t matter. She was, and still is, the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.
