Nostalgia, can be a strong bitch at times. It sure was, today. I remembered the running after buses and handing over my bag to some random gal seated in the window seat of the bus and hopping on to the footboard. I remembered my Bus day celebration, the happy greetings we use to exchange with other bus regulars and the the conductors we playfully teased. I remembered the buses that were always empty but footboards that remained full. I remembered those now faceless but once pretty gals we used to gawk at in the bus. I remembered the last minute rush to renew our bus passes and the umpteen number of times we quarrelled with the driver and conductor.
Memories washed over me, and lulled me into a content state of mind and I was lost it seemed in an imaginary pensieve. Giggles of a couple of girls standing in front of my seat brought me to the present day reality. I was embarrased when I realised that they were giggling at me cos I was half smiling looking in their direction while I was lost in thought.
A tragedy of sorts though, the ladies seats are shifted to the right side now so in future eager lads will only get to look at boring and sometimes revolting male faces when travelling by footboard. I suspect most gals r going to miss the attention they used to get as well.
A flashback, that was a reminder of harder times but ones that we enjoyed to the core and miss today, very very much.
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