Bus....

I was in the bus no. 429 and was going back to my friends place.

She came and sat two seats ahead of me.There was something in there in her eyes.A frozen pain, an untold story which was eating her from inside.
Dressed in a salwar kameez she seemed to be in her late twenties.Two kids boarded in the bus at the next stop.

They were discussing that even after finishing work at 6 why they were late and will reach home at 8.30.
She looked at them and a sweet smile was visible at her face.
Probably the duo reminded her about his younger brother or may be this independent nature of the young generation filled happiness in the corners of her heart.

At next stop, her fellow passenger left his seat.The seat beside hers was now vacant.She looked at me as if she was saying"Come and sit here".
I took some time to decide and even before my step a drunk man sat there.
She was uncomfortable now and it was evident from the look she gave to me as if she is saying"why the hell you didn't come here?".

That drunk man was looking at her with eager eyes.
Fortunately the next stop was her stop.

She left the bus and left the story behind in the air.
In a city,very unsafe she will try to save her everyday from pain.
But next time i wouldn't take time to decide.