While Coming Back From Delhi

I was coming back from Delhi on Sunday evening. I had a bag full of books purchased from Delhi Book Fair. Sitting in the Volvo, conditioned air sending giggles of pleasure down my neck, I stretched my legs in the ample leg space and plugged in the earphones to listen to some rock n roll music.

Then I made the mistake of looking out of the window.

I saw a row of faces staring at me. A truck was moving parallel to our bus. There were people standing on a plank in that truck and there were six or seven faces staring at me intently. A strange hunger, longing, desire or maybe something insatiable poured forth from their eyes.

I stared back at them as I ripped open a chocolaty Five Star and gulped down more Red Bull down my throat.

Those people kept staring and I pulled down the curtain.

Comfortable Journey I must say.

Volvo. Good bus.