Stories of a Bus Traveller
I often commute here in Sri Lanka by bus, no matter where it is, I find myself going to the required destination by bus. In Sri Lanka, you don't get fancy machines where you can purchase a ticket nor do we get till boxes in the front of the bus where we have to insert money for the journey. Oh no! What we have is perhaps a bit more primitive than that, we have a conductor who takes the cash for the journey and hands you a ticket. While most people look at the prospect of traveling in the bus disdainfully, I, on the other hand find it to be an adventure, it is where you can actually see life at work. You meet people from different walks of life, from a banker to a housemaid, the stories which are written on each passenger's face cannot be witnessed anywhere else. When I travel in the morning what I see are students who are in a rush to go to school, having woken up late, their only concern is to make it to the doorway of the classroom before the first bell ...