TO THE ANGEL ABOARD 11E…

I see you every morning as I board the bus, 11E... Your eyes, your expressive eyes, caught my attention the first time... Your ethereal fingers danced in the air when you asked me to move aside amidst the jostling crowd and the roar of the bus... You were at once to me, my angel...

And how you prattle away, so animatedly! Does your teacher in school reprimand you for being so ‘talkative’? Winning hearts with your warm smile, brimming with confidence, you just love life, don’t you? Wish I could ask you these... But all I do is watch you, as you infuse into me a renewed spirit...

Then one day, you didn’t come... My heart fluttered... I tried to suppress the myriad thoughts that crept into my mind- “She is fine, she is fine...” I repeated to myself... But you didn’t come the next day too... and the day after that... I couldn’t ask your friends or get rid of those thoughts... “She’d come, wait,” I consoled myself... And this little nymph did come a week later, with a hanky between your fingers!

I saw you alight from the bus and help your brothers and sisters get down one-by-one... I looked up to read the name of your school – “Little Flower Convent.” You are God’s own child... I do not know your name, but you are to me, a girl who made peace with Him just through your silence... I love you my little angel...