Waiting for a bus on the way back home at 4:15pm everyday is a tiresome routine. But
Bangalore’s atmosphere even at a local bus stand is magnetic. The freshly brewed filter
coffee shops makes you sleepwalk during the day. The wait becomes even more worthwhile
with the rush of the school kids. Their laughter, loud chit-chats, playing pranks on their mates
and helping us remember our good old school days. Everyday while sipping my favourite
coffee I am immersed in the school kids little world of ignorance or (let me rather say,
“happiness”). They all would be so much into their world that they wouldn’t even bother the
buses stopping by. In that very small world I found a little boy all of probably seven years old
whose innocence touched me within. This little fellow’s Grandmother used to pick him up after
school. The bus during this time would be jam packed with the school kids, hence the little kid
and his Granny used to stand squeezed in in the bus, though they would get down after four
stops still it seemed uneasy for them. The reason why the kid and his Granny were denied
seats everyday was because most of the other elder boys would reserve the seats by placing
their school bags or handkerchiefs on the seats through the window and then climb in with a
devilish grin. Somehow this little kid picked the trick from his seniors and finally decided to
reserve a seat for his Granny, but his height denied his wishes. Perseverant, he asked a
gentleman who was about to board the bus to help him reserve a seat. And, the human
obliged. That day I saw his Granny taking the seat like a queen with her prized possession
sitting on her lap.
Bangalore’s atmosphere even at a local bus stand is magnetic. The freshly brewed filter
coffee shops makes you sleepwalk during the day. The wait becomes even more worthwhile
with the rush of the school kids. Their laughter, loud chit-chats, playing pranks on their mates
and helping us remember our good old school days. Everyday while sipping my favourite
coffee I am immersed in the school kids little world of ignorance or (let me rather say,
“happiness”). They all would be so much into their world that they wouldn’t even bother the
buses stopping by. In that very small world I found a little boy all of probably seven years old
whose innocence touched me within. This little fellow’s Grandmother used to pick him up after
school. The bus during this time would be jam packed with the school kids, hence the little kid
and his Granny used to stand squeezed in in the bus, though they would get down after four
stops still it seemed uneasy for them. The reason why the kid and his Granny were denied
seats everyday was because most of the other elder boys would reserve the seats by placing
their school bags or handkerchiefs on the seats through the window and then climb in with a
devilish grin. Somehow this little kid picked the trick from his seniors and finally decided to
reserve a seat for his Granny, but his height denied his wishes. Perseverant, he asked a
gentleman who was about to board the bus to help him reserve a seat. And, the human
obliged. That day I saw his Granny taking the seat like a queen with her prized possession
sitting on her lap.