Waiting for a bus in the evening in Yelahanka New Town. Houses stacked, all pink and yellow. Put in by the plateau into neat filmic arrangements. Kids play in the field. The air is cold but the sky is bright. All things weigh less in situations such as this.
The 401s always arrive with a purpose. They are full of people. They are the most frequented. They are the most sought after. My bus is usually going someplace less frequented, expensive. So that when it curves into the bus stand (like a coin on the floor coming to rest) it is either empty or full from collecting stray passengers like me who have been waiting for long times.
You shyly move forward and ask, "Shivajinagar?". Then you either get in or you don't.
The 401s always arrive with a purpose. They are full of people. They are the most frequented. They are the most sought after. My bus is usually going someplace less frequented, expensive. So that when it curves into the bus stand (like a coin on the floor coming to rest) it is either empty or full from collecting stray passengers like me who have been waiting for long times.
You shyly move forward and ask, "Shivajinagar?". Then you either get in or you don't.
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