Mammoth bottle diaries

Have I ever written a post on just one person? Maybe not. I did write about my friends exactly two years back. About how I will miss them and how much they mean to me. And yes, I do miss them and yes, they still do mean the world to me. But, coming back to the point where I started, I've never written about one specific person. Today I will. I met this person about a year ago in summer. And since then, I've been in love. To my beloved family, before you start jumping to conclusions, let me tell you that this post's about Aayesha(She's a girl and she's a baby)! ;)

I'm sitting in my school bus. It's been an exhausting, uneventful day. Exhaustingly uneventful. There's no one in my bus of my age. But, it's filled with little children. Cute, little, children. And they're all a little too excited for 12.30 pm. Well, they always are. So, I'm sitting on one of the last seats (because that's where the 'seniors' belong). And in front of me, there are two kids, one of them is Aayesha. I'm not particularly sure about how her name's spelled. But, I am using two 'A's just so you get the pronounciation right. I've 'suffered' a lot because of the absence of another A in my name. Anyways, coming back to Aayesha, I'm not even sure of her surname. But, what's in a name, right? Let me give you a little description. She's tiny but quite tall for her age. She's got these two large brown eyes on her round, cute, chubby little face. She's pretty thin, all the fat's stored up in her cheeks. Her hands are small, very small. I wonder how does she hold her oversized bottle in her tiny, little palms! And she's beautiful. She used to have long brown hair tied up in a messy ponytail(that diva!). But, now, she's chopped off her locks. But, she's still very pretty! 

She's sitting next to a boy, much smaller in height. I think his name is Rudraksh. I asked him his name and he muttered something that my mind couldn't register. But, I think it was Rudraksh. And they're upto no good. Here's what these toddlers are doing: Emptying the water of their mammoth bottles into tiny cups that fit over them and then throwing it all around. These kids! Also, these bus rides can teach you a thing or two about bus conductors. There are two kinds of them. The first kind, who love kids. The second kind, who don't. The one in my bus probably doesn't. He's sitting on the first seat and grunting every time he hears these kids giggling away to glory. 

Kids laugh so much. And their laughter's so loud and clear, without any hesitance or restraint. Plain, honest, hearty laughter. And they'll laugh at almost anything. Oh, a kid tripped, let's laugh! Oh, the bus halted, laugh! Oh, he's laughing, I'll join him! 

Some of the kids have dozed off on their seats. The bus stops near the house of one of them with a 'slight' jerk. But, these tiny inertia lacking organisms start falling hither thither, holding on to each other's hands for dear life!!!

Aayesha gets scolded by the conductor for being too mischevious. I feel bad for her and give her a don't-worry-he's-just-an-idiot smile when she turns around to look at me. She shies away and whispers something in Rudraksh's ear. These kids whisper in a peculiar manner. Almost attempting to bite the ear of the other person! 

I can hear a kid singing a song out loud. And he very flamboyantly says at the end of that song, "Yo yo honey singh-a". I know what you're thinking. That man's everywhere, ain't he? 

Well, we reach her house. And she gets down the bus and waves her tiny hands to say good-bye! We'll meet tomorrow again with a new set of mischiefs and the mammoth bottle. 

Mum calling!! Got to go!