Half of the jaanta alighted at Marathali. There are just few men here and there. Each one waiting for their destination. Its a old rickety bus,the engine sound drowning every sound in its vicinity. The conductor is lurking around the front door.  She had just made herself comfortable when suddenly a figure clad in yellowish salwaar kameez seats herself next to Anusha. Its a tiny seat, sharing one meant that they were tight on space. She doesn’t complain, its a bus one can sit where one wishes too. 

As the bus sways, She feels a movement  right at her elbow, she looks down, the girl is pushing her hand . Few seconds later, there is a push again! its not gentle, its not harsh, but something about the touch is not right.At very imaginary and unimaginary brush there seemed to be push which followed with the girl rubbing her skin, 

         The girl  made a wrong move,she seated herself next to a diseased evil person who has been waiting for  the next innocent victim to spread those germs. Alas, she is a smart one,.She wouldn’t let Anusha do that to her. She would just push her elbow and rub her skin. A secret remedy !!   she thought to herself.

As her stop approached, “Madam my stop, EXCUSE ME! ” she yelled. The idea was to slip out of the seat without any contact, step out and pretend to rub her skin like hell pretending to share her sentiments.
         Alas, As she was stepping out of the seat, their skins made contact!! again!!  and the girl was at it again, rubbing herself, getting rid of all those slimy scary stinking germs that had already made their way into her skin.

 Freaking idiot! If your soo damn specific about cleanliness, lady try getting a car. if you cant afford one, try the volvo where the only person brushing against you would be the conductor, or else just walk down you moron!   Next time I will definitely give her a piece of my mind.

She silently alighted from the bus.The moment had passed.