I am standing at the exit of a double decker bus about to get off at Kurla bus sthanak. The rain is relentless and the road is full of water. There is another bus a few feet ahead of ours. I am craning my neck, trying to see the route number of the bus to decide if it’s the one I need and if I should run for it as soon as I get off this one. But I was unable to see its number.
A sixteen year old boy jumps aboard. He must have had a good view of the bus ahead. I am sure he noted that I was trying to see the bus no.
“Did you see the route number of the bus ahead?”
The boy shakes his head in a yes.
Starts looking out of the bus.
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Maybe he hasn’t heard me.
“Did you see the route number of the bus ahead of us?”
“Yes.”
Looking out intently.
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May be I am not being clear.
“Do you know the number of the bus ahead of us?”
“Arree! haan re bhai!” [irritated Why! Yes brother]
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“Umm... so… will you tell me?”
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The bus arrives at the bus stop. We get off the bus.
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