As Sati waits for the Bus, in the bus stand, sitting on the sky-blue bench, her eyes wide with wonder as she takes in the charming bus stand. She notices the way the morning sunlight filters through the latticework roof, casting intricate shadows on the ground below. She sees the vines and climbing flowers wrapping themselves around the pillars, their delicate petals unfurling like tiny bells. She gazes at the faded posters on the walls, their colors worn but still hinting at the thrill of adventure and far-off landscapes. She breathes in the scent of freshly brewed coffee and feels the promise of a new day. As she looks around, she notices the intricate details of the bus stand, the way the old wooden structure blends with the new, and the warmth of the bus's headlights as it pulls in, like a gentle embrace. Her eyes sparkle with curiosity and excitement, taking in every detail of the bus stand as she waits for her journey to begin.
After a wait which feels like an eternity,
the bus finally puts in, and she climbs aboard scanning the rows for a vacant seat to call her own .At last, she spots her seat which was next to the window, slips into its cozy embrace, and exhales a contented sigh. Just as she's getting comfortable, the bus growls to life, and with a gentle jolt, it starts to glide down the road, leaving the bus stand and its charms behind.
And then she looks out of the window , lost in the haze of her childhood memories, her heart still entwined with the threads of her past, when she first heard of him. And slowly with the passage of time , her fascination with him had blossomed into a love so strong, it had chosen her path in life. History, once a mere curiosity, had become her soul's companion, all because of him.
In memories, she finds her way
To a past that shaped her day
A childhood fascination, pure and bright
A historian's heart, beating with delight
For him, she chose the dusty tomes
And pages yellowed with ancient tones
She traced his footsteps, through time and space
Uncovering secrets, with a loving grace
He became her soul, her heart's desire
Her love for history, a burning fire
That fueled her journey, through the ages past
To find the truth, and forever last
The bus rumbled on, but her thoughts were far away
Lost in the labyrinth of her own heart's sway
Where history and love entwined, a sweet embrace
Forever binding her to his ancient grace."
Finally, The bus pulls up to the entrance of the Archeological survey of India (ASI) headquarters,Delhi , its red sandstone walls and colonial-era architecture a testament to the city's rich history. She feels a thrill of excitement as she realises she's finally arrived at her destination , the prestigious institution dedicated to uncovering and preserving in India's rich cultural heritage and she slowly steps off the bus, her eyes fixed on the iconic building that houses the country's premier institution for archaeological research and conservation.
Sati's heart raced as she stood outside the office building, clutching her bag and taking a deep breath. Her first day on the job! She had dreamed of this moment for years, and finally, she was about to start her career as an archaeologist.
Just as she's about to step into the ASI headquarters, her phone buzzes with two consecutive texts. She smiles, knowing her brothers are always in sync. She pulls out her phone to read the messages.
The first message was from her elder brother , Virat "Good luck, Sati ! You're going to rock this!",
"Don't get too dusty, Sati! And don't forget your lunch!" -- another message from Krish .
She chuckles, feeling a warmth in her heart. Her brothers may be far away, but they're always close in spirit. She quickly types out a reply, promising to fill them in soon, and tucks her phone away, ready to face whatever lies ahead at the ASI. She took a final deep breath and pushed open the door to start her new chapter.
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