A Silent Journey

I bustled to a nearby crowd and exclaimed!! Excuse me, is this where the Bus stops…?? After I got a satisfying nod from the crowd, I settled down.  I looked all around and realised, oh dear!! How well I have become a slave of luxury. To be precise, after my 10^th Class I had never travelled in a bus. I dint know how many bus routes had changed and how many buses itself changed. I can never forget the days when me and my friend walked hand in hand till the bus stop and felt sad to part from there for our respective homes daily…

I dint know when luxury started bossing me or I have no idea when all this fun of travelling in a public transport ended. The reasons might be many- tuitions, college, traffic, time management and many more but I am not proud to say I don’t use public transport any-more  This day in my life bought me back all those lovely memories and courtesy for the same is my bike which broke down this morning.

• A silent speech which imprinted the word “Love”- As I was waiting for the bus to come and as my creative thirst was looking for water called a story, I saw a couple beside me, they were talking non-stop but no one else in the crowd were annoyed or I guess, no one knew that there were strong conversation going on between them. I felt so sorry to see the couple who were deaf and dumb and couldn’t shout out their love. Though I couldn’t get to know all that they were discussing, the shyness in her, showed the colours of their love.  They departed as their bus arrived and this situation made me think that, though we are blessed with speech sometimes we never express what we want to express to someone who you really love. We unknowingly hurt them without expressing our true feelings.  People, make a point to express what you really feel… Many things could be sorted out and many more surprises will be on your way when you express…

• A silent nod which filled my stomach- With a “lesson learnt” feeling, I rushed in to the packed bus, a while later I managed to grab a seat. A famous saying says “Hunger can make you do anything on earth”. I was damn hungry and I knew the travel time would be too much to tolerate the devil inside my stomach.  Unfortunately my bag was empty. I was feeling terribly hungry. God!! A fragrance of a cookie bag hit my nose (you can imagine cheese fragrance hitting jerry’s nose in Tom and Jerry) and this was too tempting. I am a kid who is really scared and was trained not to ask or take food from strangers. That fear in me made me tolerate for a while but NO, I could not. As I turned towards the cookie bag and the way I was staring it by my killer looks my tolerance level decreased and I suddenly begged can I have cookies please??? At the same time, seeing my hunger popping out of my eyes she asked, please have some cookies!! Without much ado, I grabbed a few cookies and ate like crazy. Once my stomach was filled, we cared to introduce ourselves and I got an amazing person as a friend. I still owe you much more than cookies Anusha!! “Hunger made me beg” but I earned a true caring hand which always stays with me for life. Always share, Sharing is caring.

That’s how mesmerizing my day was. I saw a silent love, I saw a caring hand, I could speak to a special friend on phone for long hours, for that matter I could write this piece only because this travel made me concentrate on many such minute things which is impossible when I ride. Coz, only thing I concentrate when I am riding is the way I am going and my co-riders who often scare me.

Thank god my bike broke down or else, I would have never seen such a delightful day.