Telepathy?!!

"kankanadi kankanadi.." shouts the conductor.I wake up to see the dew droplets so artistically placed on the window of the bus.Slightly open the window n realise ,when the cold breeze hits me strong enough to gimme goose bumps , that I have forgotten my jacket .The lush green fields outside.The flight of white birds.wow! watta pulchritudinous sight.I put my hand out to feel the freshness of the drizzle.It feels so innocent and clear.The stariform clouds continuosly melt n evaporate from the sea that borders the town.Its 6.30 in the mornin.. the drizzlin rain that never seems to stop here.. unlike where i stay.Its cloudy n dull n a lil cold.I jus get off the bus with my bag.I see the car parked in the usual place. She scurries towards me " hi putta how r u? " with a smile so nice,I believe the best of all she wears..then holdin the black umbrella slightly tilted towards oneside to ward off the cold morning breeze.. puts hands around my shoulder comfortingly "come in come inside the umbrella..how many times to remind u ah y dont u wear ur jacket.. come inside dont get wet in the rain u will catch cold..."she says with a masquerade of anger.Hez jus got outta car.His specs in his left hand..right hand on his head to ward off the rain drops .He says "ummm Deepu.." with a big smile ".. ahh lil late right?? r on time almost.." he never words how r u? its his smile n a nod of the head that asks me how r u? how have u been ?hope its all fine.. all at the same time.We get into the car. She"hello do u have an extra towel in the car?.." Pulls it out.." take, wipe ur head else u will fall sick" n bfore I take it n wipe my specs she pulls it from my hand n starts rubbin the towel on my hair that is hardly wet."So how was it? Anyways its over right? so till the results are out dont worry. I know you would have done well.No tension" she says n laughs.I jus cant understand y she has soo much of blind confidence in me.Reached the flat.The watchman knows that am comin home the day he pulls out the car at 6...so the gate is all open.The flat seems to welcome.. everythin is suddenly quiet n peaceful n clear n clean like her laugh n his smile.The lift is waitin at 0 ..unlike the most many cases where u wait for eons for it to come down.The mirror in the lift is changed .. u r not sooo alien here that u wont recognize it.."Looks good"."Of course "she quips n says to imitate my voice n the way i always say it.."whose image r u seein." n winks."ufff.." he sighs ,shakes his head n joins our laughter.. specs still in his left hand n my bag in his right.She dressed in her dark grey saree( shez worn it bcoz i like it) primly at that hour in the mornin is an indication to her walkin-gang in the flat that am comin home.His shirt is the same he wore the last time he dropped me at the station.Almost a metaphor to tell me nothing has changed .General rituals through.Have tea sitting on the granite shelf that is a place for the stove.. the water jug. The carrot, some of them cut into symmetrical pieces, another one and a half left unfinished indicating that she was in the mid of it when he called out ." hello its late already..bus would be cuming at 6.20 r 6. 25 ".She would have hurriedly washed her hand into the sink n wiped her hand to her saree n said "yeah yeah i know it. Am all ready . U were the one who was late to get up .lets go " n looks at the mirror in the wash basin n curls the strand of hair that sits very neatly on her forehead.."u want to eat carrot?" she asks n u realise u are starin at the carrot while runnin over the sequence in ur mind.She washes it once again n over cautiously cuts the ends of it "Eat its good for ur eyes.. u dint put cucumber on ur eyes right? do it putta when u have a lil time .. all these dark circles will go off.." n hurriedly continues with her breakfast preparations.He jus walks into the kitchen n she takes the empty cup of the coffee ,he has jus finished from his hand and puts it in the sink.He has paper in his hands n now changed to white panche r dhoti.. "umm Finally exams over ..wats up? all else is well right?hostel ..frds..wat was it that ur warden was tellin the other day..."n we both walk to the balcony of the hall.The picturesque view.. the carpet of coconut trees dancing to the tune of the misty wind fills ur senses with joy."Pull a chair n sit this side.. last night it rained heavily.. that part of the balcony is wet.." I wonder y am I cared for so much..I jus hold the supplement in my hand n we start talkin .. the news in the paper long forgotten.. she joins in "Breakfast ready .uff !!I got up at 5 today n finished it allso that we can sit n talk without wastin time on the routine stuff "n hugs me.I jus put my hands around her waist n rest my head on her tummy.I look up n smile. "hello i have cooked upma for breakfast.. i guess u r gettin late for office.."and looks down holding my face in her hands "its okei right putta ? u like upma right? n i have made gulab jamun also.Ur favourite.Get up .u look too tired.Wanna have a bath? I had kept the geyser switched on for 15 min.. water mus b hot enough."She normally gets up at 6.30+ I know .She wakes up at 5.30 only on days of festivals.Today she said it was 5.00 .Its jus one indication that my coming home is definitely more than an occassion of festival for them.There is a sudden jerk n i wake up.. i know i have mastered the art of daydreaming that any onlooker would undubitably feel that am doin something important. yeah this is important for me..the thought process was interrrupted bcoz of a drop of tear that unknowingly escaped my eyes ..slipped slightly to the inside of the upper lips.. it tastes salty ...bitter..But the memories it has brought are sweet.May have run over them a 100 thousand times.. n now they are all blotched wet with drops of tears that have rained on them.But this was a fresh one.. fresh memory of the days begone.
The phone beeps Home calling....her voice"Hello putta... r u in the mid of somethin?? i jus called..."
I say "yeah kinda.." n the conversation continues .. telepathy nyone?:)