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 and nudge the bus into tiny bus stops. 

The young man sitting next to me was peeping at my phone. Observing what I was writing, he paid attention. After I finished he quaintly asked me where I was going and a short conversation later he got off. He is a director in a YouTube video. This world is full of interesting people. 

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