October 11, 2005

The Morning Ride



Making it to the college in the morning by the city bus is a big event by itself. As I travel thru the breadth of the city, sumo sized aunties faintly smelling of sweat in the early morning sandwich me between them...ofcourse they're oblivious of my relatively microscopic existence.The fellow students dutifully load me up with all of their bags, files, books and uv-protection layered umbrellas. But even as I struggle to find my balance , comes the time tht makes the journey all worthwhile...when it happens the world around me seems to go in slow motion..itz my old school bus passing by nd it looks like an old foto album of my school life...all the faces in it r mine..when i ws in kindergarten..when i ws in primary school...when i ws in high school..but then the faces change..they r not mine but of strangers who have taken over wht ws once mine.Before i realize the moment is gone nd more sumo aunties have jammed into the city bus cutting off my view of the road...When I reach my college I'm miserable knowing tht the faces tht wud greet me ther r not the ones tht used to ride with me in tht school bus. As I day-dream my way thru the classes i hope for a day when i wud cease to notice my old school bus.

-To all my friends.Missing u all :(

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

A real Good post da.. Keep up the good work.. Makes me real nostalgic.. u r post makes me rewind ma times and go to the good ol' skool days !!

itzme said...

Very touching...:(