Blogger: Simply words
originally compiled: Coping: 2008 May to December
Essays
May 15:
A working nightmare for me
3 days ago this week, I arrived at the bus stop to find it crowded with young adults dressed in their formal working best, waiting for their rides. What struck me, on this tropical morning which was relatively cool, was the incredible silence of those who waited. Eyes big, bodies straight, carrying their bags. And unspeaking. About the only communication I could spot, was through mobile phones.
A double-decker bus came at front, a single-level one behind, and the human mass obediently split into 2 huge throngs. Again, only the sound of footwear boarding the bus, as stiff upon stiff slid up the large doorstep, and proceeded to squeeze into place into the metal tin can. Seeking to escape being another packed fish, I went up the stairs to the seats above, just as a broad lady, descending, mutually shifted past me. Everyone before me had fully filled the higher sitting space, so I contented myself with straddling the steps between the levels. And still the silence. Except for the hum of a large bus moving on its engine.
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