Girl on the bus

The everyday commute is beginning to get to me.Commuting is the most unproductive aspect of an economy.Plus the nauseatingly perfumed air conditioned buses do nothing to improve my mood.My legs do not reach the floor and my rear too big  for the seat.The strange language of Kannada being sung in raspingly,grating voices playfully tear and destroy my ear drums.But we do what we have to do.Save money.From those darned thugs of autowallas.

Yesterday though,as I sat at the window,contemplating the lack of interest in my life, job,people and trying not to barf,I noticed  this kid sitting three places to my right.And she was actually amused by the look on my face.A tiny thing,with the right amount of chubbiness on her face and arms.And,what a disarming smile,those dimples lit her face up.I couldn't help smiling back.And it just instantly improved my mood.It was super,the rest of the  day.My pod played the right songs,I didn't trip over imaginary things and I wasn't locked out of my apartment.

It was like finding a piece of the sparkly when bent down to pull a painful pebble out of one's shoe.