Luxury of Sitting by the Window

It was a beautiful Monday morning, the Sun was shining proudly. The flowers bloomed with utter enthusiasm and I…I was in a hurry.
Being consistent with my unpunctuality.
A bus, about to leave with one last empty seat.
“That must have been kept for me”, I thought.
I sat beside the passenger who was by the window, and three other passengers followed.
When it’s hot enough to boil an egg, any form of shade and wind is a gift.
I could feel the wind flowing in, as our bus flew by.
I closed my eyes, with my favorite music playing, I felt calm after a long time. That moment was a blessing, with my eyes still closed, my hair was playing with my smile, teasing my face, I smiled. I tried putting the teaser behind my ear.
“Naughty little thing”.
I realized my hair was more soft and silkier than usual, it must have been the wind. Oh, the power of wind, makes strangers fall in love, makes children excited by the way wind waltzes with their kites.
My train of thoughts was stopped by a soft tap on my shoulder.
I opened my eyes to see a woman by the window who gave me “What-the-hell?” look…I gave her a smile and said “It’s the wind.”, she hissed, moved passed me, got off and got lost in the crowd.
Not even an apology for being so rude.
I took her seat by the window, a luxury of the moment.
“Ah, the wind, sweet, sweet and playful wind,” I said to myself.
I allowed the wind to play with my hair again, with more freedom, to make me calmer.
I waited eagerly, like a child waiting eagerly to eat those two marshmallows, for two is better than one.
I waited.
And I waited some more until my stop arrived.
I wondered why I couldn’t feel that wonderful calmness after I moved closer to the window.
Three words activated my brain back to reality, “WHAT-THE-HELL?” 
I could feel my thoughts rushing in to complete the question- “ARE YOU DOING WITH MY HAIR?”
Then I realized, my hair wasn’t as soft, or silkier, it never had been.
The wind was never really teasing my hair.
Darn it!

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