By Arun Gopal
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The day was warmer than usual and I had to do something that I dreaded the most--Travel in an overcrowded bus. The universe had left me with no alternative. There was someplace that I had to go to. The train was running late and that overcrowded bus was my best bet. Reluctantly, I climbed on-board and a sea of irate faces invited me in. I decided the reaction was due to my oversized bag that kept bumping against passengers and not their thought of accommodating my bulky frame. I finally found solace in leaning against a support pillar by a seat. It was a matter of three hours and I made up my mind to survive this ordeal.
The seat that I was
standing next to was occupied by a young couple. The husband carried a small
baby in his arms. The baby was sound asleep, unaware of the chaos
around it. My thoughts
turned to how useful it would have been if I had a baby with me. A good
samaritan would offer me a seat and I could be in a much happier place. Well, if
I was wishing, I wish I was a baby and that someone would carry me around
shielding me
from my current problem. My
only job would have been to sleep peacefully, as like the other baby. I
wondered why a helpless being like a four month old baby could be so
peaceful and a fully grown
man like me with full control over my life, not.
