Yesterday evening, we sat at the bus stand waiting for a bus to come from another station. It was a long and a futile wait as the bus didn't turn up and we had to trudge back to our home. But the wait was not futile as I had a wonderful experience at the bus stand.
Among other passengers waiting at the bus stand, was a quite young boy about 18 years old, who reminded to me of my own son, as Ashu i.e. my son had also left for his college in the morning. That boy sat there with head phones in his ears, listening to music. Then after a while he came to me and asked me to watch his belongings when he wanted to go somewhere. And after a while when he come back, he smelt of cigarette as he might have gone in search of a packet of fags. I really felt sorry for the young boy as whenever I watch young boys smoke a cigarette, I have an urge to stop them.
01/24/06 @ 08:38