The title is quite interesting, isn't it? Well maybe it is. I don't think anyone is reading my blog now-a-days, but I don't care about who reads what reads. I love to write, so I'll keep writing more and more. Okay, so the topic "ride with a stranger" actually has to do nothing with the stranger. We were not strangers, but I met him for the very first time and maybe the last time. You can think he was a relative, but I didn't know anything about him. I've just heard my aunt mentioning his name earlier. So basically it's a very complex connection, which I can't describe now. Let's just think he's a stranger. He was older than me, maybe 10 years older. Let me tell you I don't remember his face, but now while writing this and trying to remember how he looks like, I could relate him with my maths teacher, lol. I think he has a job, so that he doesn't belong to our city now. I could think this because of his way of driving his motorcycle. I don't know how expensive it was. I don't even know which model it was as I'm not at all interested in vehicles. He was driving fast, very fast, faster than my father. His driving was thrilling me. The speed was high as the streets were lonely at that time. He had a branded phone, which I think was cheaper than mine. But still, he seemed rich to me. Anyways, it doesn't matter how rich he was, or how his appearance was. I was tired of the hectic day I had, which I don't know why it was. But I was feeling tired. So after I returned to home after school, I took a long nap, which was supposed to be a short one. And then when I woke up, we had to go to this reception party of a relative. Uff.. I just don't understand the relation with these relatives, who became relative without any direct relation. I was still feeling tired after 3 hours of sleep, so I was thinking to cancel the plan for me. But somehow, I got ready and went to this venue, which was quite away from the city. After the horrible food I had, actually I was supposed to have, but fortunately I didn't, we had to return home. And then, I was introduced to him and he was asked to drop me at my home as he was going in the same direction. Because of my fatigue, I agreed with my aunt and joined him on his motorcycle, just to reach home early. It was a journey of 15-20 minutes. At first I was feeling awkward, the same kind of awkwardness, which I always feel when I meet new people. I don't know why, but I just can't talk with someone new initially. If they start it, I can talk without any problems. So he didn't say anything to me, because he was more focused on his fast driving, which literally brought water in my eyes. Hey! I wasn't crying, even though I wanted to because of the negative thoughts I was having then. It just happened because it was cold. When it's cold and someone is driving very fast, I just get watery eye, I don't know why. What I was thinking is that how my daily life is becoming boring. I wanted my days to be different form one another, but now everyday is same. Is it because I'm more focused on studies ? Is it because I have changed my routine ? Is it because I'm not the old Pran, that I used to be, who was sleeping all the day, was not caring about studies and not going to school ? What's the reason ? Am I doing wrong ? My heart says "No". Then why everything is wrong with me ? Why do I have to deal with the same loneliness I had ? I call and I don't get to talk to anyone. No one picks up the call. Okay, maybe they are busy, but they can reply back with something like "I'm currently busy" or "I'll call you later". But no, they just disappear for days, and keep thinking that I'm not taking initiatives to contact with them. I just wanted my schedule to be changed, not the people I had. It hurts so much when you see your efforts turning into negative impacts on you regarding to the failure and the factors of failure as well. In simple words, "It hurts when people keep demotivating you despite all of your efforts. "
Soon, we entered into the city, and I realized it when the streets started to look a bit crowdy. I was lost in myself for like 10 minutes, doing nothing but overthinking as usual. He had been on a phone call while driving since I don't know how long. He was talking about leaving the city the next day. When we came closer to my house, he cut the call and slowed his driving. Before that we had overtaken a truck, which had made me scared. There was a crowd on the street near my house. He said something about alcohol and drunk people, but I didn't understand anything. And when we reached my destination, I jumped and went inside, without saying anything. So it was the end of the awkwardness. Maybe I should have said a "thank you".
Anyways that's it. It is the end of this post. I was glad that I returned earlier than the rest of my family members. I'm trying to sleep now. Will see you later.
Love, Pran
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