Travelling, especially by bus, has always been more than just a way of moving from one place to another for me; it’s like entering into a whole new small world that keeps changing every single day, every single ride, and sometimes I think that’s why I’ve developed this strange love for it, because whenever I sit in a bus on my way to college, to home, or to some other place, I don’t just sit there waiting for the destination, instead I dive into the little universe that unfolds around me, and the beauty is that no two rides are ever the same, each day the bus fills with different people, different moods, different faces, and that’s what keeps it fascinating for me. I notice things, that’s my thing, I don’t judge, I don’t poke into someone’s life, I just silently observe what they’re doing, how they’re carrying themselves, and sometimes I end up learning a lot just from that, and maybe that’s why I don’t prefer to wear earphones while riding, because while everyone is lost in their own ...
Another year is quietly coming to an end, and a new one is standing just a few days away. There was a time when a year felt long, heavy, slow. Now it feels like it passes in a blink. After a certain age, time starts moving differently. Faster. Sharper. You don’t even realise when January turns into December again. I remember myself as a school kid, going to school every day, carrying that bag, looking at college-going students with curiosity and hope. Back then, I always thought life would become better when I grow up. When I become a college student, I’ll have freedom, fun, confidence. I saw college students laughing, roaming, living freely, and I believed that was the peak of life. Now I am that age. And yes, it is fun. But it is also serious. Life starts asking questions slowly, silently. With every year, responsibilities don’t knock loudly, they just appear. You start thinking about your future, your direction, your place in the world. Life begins to feel real. This year made me re...