THE UNTOUCHED JOY I LOST .
I miss those days
Standing waiting for my bus to arrive .
That fixed window seat , 2nd row, right side .
I miss that view and the difference in the weather which I observed while traveling.
Waiting for my destination to arrive.
I hated whenever someone used to sit beside me .
It felt like an interruption in my "me time" which I never appreciated.
There was always a confusion in choosing between either to observe others mind or choose to feel the world outside.
Most of the time I chose to "feel" but certain passengers around , made me judge them.
The most awful moment was when I know the next stop is my destination.
I hated to disturb my comfort what I had attained in that short period of time and had to leave .
But this also didn't lasted long as the crowd creates a new adventure to reach the exit door.
That struggle was much more than anything else ..there was a fear to loose that what I experienced may be.... I would not be able to experience it again.