...the bus, a letter, a friend, a thought, a phone call, a signal, a summer shower.
Someday I will try and work out what part of my life I have waited in bus-stops. From the school bus, to the crowded red ones, to the 27H that never came. It starts pretty early in life, this waiting for the bus. But when you try to kill time by counting vehicles when waiting for that school bus, little do you realise that this is only the beginning of a life-long series.
You wait for your favourite TV show to start, you wait during the commercial breaks. You wait for your mother to wake up from her afternoon siesta so you have someone to talk to. You wait at a cafe for a friend, singing songs in your head. You wait impatiently for a class to end.
You wait for the boy to grow into a man and give up his childish fancies. You wait for the man to realise you are the one he's looking for.
Patience once gave way to mere impatience. Now it gives way to the urge to do something rather than waiting for that something to happen. Someday, it will give way to resignation.
Meanwhile, I wait for life to take another interesting turn.
3 comments:
27H sounds chennai... isn't that the one which rolls down mount road with half of the city clinging on? and has the interesting turn surfaced yet? :)
Yes, that is the 27H I'm talking about. In the evenings, it was also accompanied by college students on cycles hanging on to the hand rails of the bus, just so that they didn't have to peddle. As for that turn... not yet :)
nice one savi.
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