Another Story- Part 1/3
It began where it all ends… at home. The boy had just managed to wake up from his daze, sleep had always been a passion, which was but wanting now. The body demanded it; the mind denied it as always. Walking to his usual haunt in a changed metropolis listening to music had never been the same. A new experience was always waiting to happen. Today was anew, spilled over with yesterday’s nuances of a bit of sadness and a bit of pure unadulterated joy, it always was a new beginning. Public transport was just one of the means to move on to these haunts and places where the sound melted away to be one with nature, a means of being one within everything. More on that later… For now let’s come back to the boy. A tad bit over weight, a bit fanciful in thoughts and quite a bit of an conversationalist ( it’s another fact that none understood his speech ;)) started his journey to one of those fanciful spots again. Now, the public transport system in Bangalore, (two inches o