Stories and all!
Two men in the bus-stop
It was a simple
bus stop. Just with a metal seat and an overhead shade painted blue. There were
few ads printed on the shade too! This was in one city of this world. It could
b a story of any city and its one bus-stop.
The day was
sunny and the cool breeze supported it. One man was sitting on the seat waiting
for the bus. He was calm. There was a gentle smile on his lips. He looked
relaxed.
Every time
breeze touched his face he would close his eyes to feel it. He enjoyed the
breeze as if that was the reason he was sitting there! He looked at the
greenery all around him and drank their beauty with his eyes. He looked at the
birds flying and followed their flight with his eyes. Not once did he look at
the watch. Not once did he look down the road to see if the bus was coming.
One would think
he had come to this bus stop to while away his time. It could also be that he
was lonely and came out for a walk. Everything seemed plausible except that he
was waiting for a bus! It looked like he
was in no hurry to catch a bus.
One bus came along. It was full. He didn’t even get up from his seat and went about his business of looking around. Some time passed. Next bus came. Even this was full! He looked at his watch. He didn’t get up. He let the bus go by. He waited calmly. After sometime, the third bus came. It was empty. He got slowly, got into it and sat in the seat. He enjoyed the ride.
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