Those bus rides..

Since a last few days I stopped reading on the bus and listening to inane radio stations. Music is the only non-interfering activity that allows us to do what we want to and yet be a part of the whole process.

Can't really say that the breath taking beauty of Allegheny and Girard avenues keep me mesmerized on the commute; that I keep aside my fiction book and just lose myself to the moment but though every place in my memory is attached to a song, these places have if I may say so 'thinkings' attached to them.

Usually when I cross Girard, I pack all the things I've removed and ponder for a while and today while doing that, I started comparing life to a bus ride. Have you noticed how on bus people do different things ?

Some read, some talk on the phone all the while, some listen to music, some just sit there waiting impatiently for their stops while some sit there relaxed enjoying the view or looking into space of memories or their own thoughts. Is really life all that simple, a plain old bus ride. You get in and get out.

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