I looked at
distant, far from road one bus seemed approaching. I could feel movement in
isolation. This was unusual. It was hard to differentiate them because next
moment everything got changed. Those who looked steady started fumbling. Those
who was enjoying started hesitating. Old man was jumping and young was cautious
and lazy. I too looked awkward in this situation when i followed them. i have
no person to appreciate, no rule to follow. No age to hide and no time to stay back. I too rushed, try to get them back to hold my
seat conform in bus. As it was not bus it was life.