The Stare

I never stare at anyone unless that anyone stares at me. But this time, it was an exception. I was traveling in a bus from Bombay to Pune. I boarded the bus at 6 am and was looking forward to have a nice sleep in the bus. I got a back seat and was seated next to this guy who too was looking drowsy. As soon as the bus started, I pulled my eye-covers over my eyes and tried to fall asleep. And as I was about to fall asleep, I felt something hitting my head. It did not take much time to make out that the guy next to me had found a comfortable pillow in my head. I pulled out portion of the eye-cover over my left eye and stared at him. Had it been a girl with silky, smooth, soft and shampooed hair, then I might have been more considerate. But this guy certainly deserved that stare ;-) After this, things were fine for five minutes. Then this guy again started leaning on me. I could not take it any more. I pulled myself out of that reclining position, turned towards him and with the eye-covers still on stared for a good two seconds in a direction where I felt his face would be. Immediately I could hear him move and shift away from me. After that stare, for the entire journey, I had absolutely no problems.