Adarsh

Green hard seat and a rusted bar to hold…pressed to the corner by the two fat men and sticking onto the mud stuck window ..luckily half opened and blowing enough wind to keep you wide awake..endless coffee estates running behind your sight..in between some villages..some open paddy fields..occasional group of villagers…all of them ignorant that the red bus is zipping past them and taking me to my Coorg....the more the distance covered by the bus…I was feeling more away from the school…more away from the routine…and gradually into a space which I would have been waiting..for months now.. All my school days..I would wait for the sultry and sweaty summer…for a carefree two months of discover-your-life-times…feel highly energetic…eat amazingly fast and full..play almost all day and night..and only worry about which game to play next at the end of one.. I believe that your parents also love you more these days…it seems strange but true… there would be no yelling from the kitchen