Why you should travel by bus: Autumn Bus Journeys Journal
31st October- The last day of beloved October. It came with the warm colors of the Autumn season, festivals, celebrations, lights, crackers, and last but not least, my birthday. It was like every day, waiting for the bus, catching the bus, and peeping from the bus window into the outer world that seems invincible, exhausting, and serene at the same time. You hate it but admire it. But that day, something different was waiting. A woman, sitting in my front seat. She was a little withered with tired eyes. The amount of hair on her scalp was countable. Though she tried to hide, it was no use, or maybe she lost interest in the middle of it. Everything was concluding the possible symptoms of a cancer patient. A lifeless creature for a world without October! When her eyes rested on me, it was intriguing. Our eyes find a tune, synchronizing with the same chord. But you never want to walk on someone and let them find out the real you. Well, some of us are okay with that....