Life Stops at Bus Stop(jhansi's Bus stand).

This time instead of following the same old-trodden railway's iron path by sitting in the Taj i decided to go to my hometown Tundla via the Bus,just to experience something new.........hence one saturday evening, in the twilight hour, I lethargically walked out of the New Boys Hostel(BIET Jhansi's Final year boy's hostel) took a tempo to the bus stand(erstwhile i'll call it a bus stop).I reached the bus stop safely despite the craggering moves of the tempo...i stood silently ....... A
bus stops about 20m away from me (to my left). I run to catch it with 2 heavy bags
(one is my back-pack, and one my "heavy" mind )

“Does it go to Gwalior?”
“No!”

I walk back very slowly. Almost at snails pace

“Ting, Ting” “Ting, Ting” – There is a guy selling roasted peanuts.
I wonder, how does he earn his bread by selling just those peanuts. Or does he eat
just peanuts for his living?

My mind continued to flutter..

I look around. There are guys dressed in college uniform, holding bags in hand, with a
dejected look on their face! It doesnt require a Newton to guess that they didnt
have a good day at college....probably they were shown the door of thier class by creatures like "pathak"....(my classmates would get it !)the moment they would"ve entered it.

In the mean time, another bus stops 20m to my right. I ran there. Same story, The
bus doesnt go to Gwalior.

It was getting darker. More people accumulating in the bus stop. I could see a
silhouette of a young couple, holding hands. They are probably the only 2 souls
there who didnt want the bus to come.

Time flies. Its 20 minutes since I reached there. Bored of standing alone, I
bought peanuts for 2 rupees.

“Sammmmmosa” “Sammooosa” – A man selling samosas for 5 rupees each. He was so
drunk that he couldnt stand. All the money that he earns by selling those “Over
Priced” samosas goes to a bar.

I also caught sight of a beautiful girl there with a back-pack similar to mine.
My mind continued to fly on that boring evening..
I am sure she has a laptop.
she should be a b.tech student frm university or ambabai wid IT.
What could be the make of laptop – IBM thinkpad or dell.. blah blah blah..but i never had a feeling to go and talk to her....but kept lookin at her at discrete intervals....

Another ten minutes passed with random thoughts. She gets into the next bus.
So did the silhouettes. I go back to the peanuts guy and take peanuts for 5 rupees.
Ah, now I understand how he makes his living

My life was stranded in the bus stop. I appreciate my patience to stay there for
half an hour without a bus.

There are people there to make a living out our patience. (the peanuts guy, the
somasa guy etc). An auto guy comes and stands in front of me. “Vroom, Vroom..” He
is trying to make his living out of my impatience.

I show my disinterest by looking away from him. I catch sight of the samosa guy
smoking “beedi”.. Rings of smoke flew in the air.. He was in his own world! So am
I.

All these random thoughts engulfed my mind as my life stopped at a bus stop!

Yes, LIFE STOPS AT BUS STOPS! BUT NOT THE THOUGHTS