Betty Cooper... I miss you.. :)

It wasn’t until much later after we had crossed over into Himachal that I realized I was seated very comfortably. The dawn of this ergonomic fact was partly because I had travelled several miles in the confines of similar mini buses, but this time around something was surely very different.

On earlier occasions, my discomforts were owing to competition that could easily lay claim to an equal or more share of square inches on the 2 seat benches we generally occupied together, with me usually sitting on the aisle side. This in addition to always and invariably having the disadvantage of the competitions unfair claim being reinforced by the inner side walls of the vehicle for obvious reasons. As the cold and jolting began wearing me down, I realized “Wriggly” was besides me all along, and that was probably why I could park my now more than ample butt on that seat so comfortably. Wriggly’s rear fortunately was endowed to take up the entire depth of the seat instead of the width.

Things have changed since. Destiny and human effort conspired, and in the resulting arrangement, it was only appropriate that our comfort in discomfort came to an end. It seems like the poor and inconsequential bench, there are several other things that won’t be so obviously shared anymore.

I sat comfortably but missing a certain something through the tour. I questioned myself why did I not want to realize you weren’t one of the guys. I don’t know the answers, but now I can only on several say occasions “Betty Cooper.. I miss you.”