My Bus Journey..

Short or long, journeys in life are inevitable. Being a college student, I have to travel up and down to Cochin every time I want to visit my home. As soon as the college bell rings, the hurry burrying from college to reach the bus stop begins. Dashing to the bus stop holding the luggage is the most gruelling part of the journey. More than boarding a bus, boarding a bus with a window seat is what matters.
As soon as the seat is taken, it is time to heave a sigh of relief. From there on begins some beautiful solitary moments of life. A part of the journey is filled with chit chatting with friends. But most of the time I would be engaged in a world of my own. That’s when I start viewing my life from a different perspective, in a way I start to witness my own life. These sublime hours even make me deduce out the role of “Law of Karma” in life. Enjoying the scenic, green rich beauty of God’s own country is an integral part of any Keralite’s journey.In my opinion, no sight in this world is as soothing as the green paddy fields of Kerala.
I meet different kinds of people during my travel, some smile, some talk, some doesn’t care. For certain strangers, I try to picture what would their life and family be like. Then that makes me realise how crazy- minded I am. For any new gen, travelling is synonymous with earplugs tucked in ears, I am no different. When the bus stops, vendors come running into the bus to sell food and drinks. Though the smell of fried dishes are tempting, my dad’s advice rushes into my mind which forbade me from buying any of those. In between every half an hour my phone rings as dad calls to ensure his princess is safe. As the dusk arrives, nature looks so adorable, wrapped in a tinge of orange.
The journey comes to a close as I get down at my destination where my dad would be waiting. With all my luggage and a big smile, I get into the car with the hope of making the best of the holidays at my home sweet home.

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