bus stand

short story

It was not a bus stop as i observed i found other people standing, waiting for bus. I too stood near them by the road.

I saw different people some old, some young those girls and boys looked isolated. We generally try to differentiate other from us. This is what i did.

Some looked passionate about dress and codes, some looked choosy about surrounding, other looked worried for time and looked their watches, and few were enjoying as usual.

Did you get time to stood by that bus stop. I was in dream and got up when door bell rang. it was life.