Blue bells in my head

I like to wander on airports. I like to walk up and down the long winding corridors of airports. I like to walk listening to my favourite music and just observe the great exodus. Thousands of souls trying to get to somewhere. I like to observe people, their faces, their general being, so to speak.…

Last stop

The evening sun sparkles into the last row of the Coimbatore bus. A bus full of calm faces. Maybe it's the emotional love music piping on the stereo. A khaki uniformed conductor stands vigilant and yet lost in a dream world of his own. Ever so gently waking up from his day dreaming to whistle…