The long bus ride...

While travel gives the mind a respite, a temporary detour to disengage itself from its preoccupations, moving inside the city can be taxing by the end of the day ! The mind is dazed by the honking vehicles and the serpentine queue that they form. The walkman and the FM are a good company but as the dusk set in, closing eyes was the next best thing to do. Reaching home finally, the sound of the little bells of the 'sugarcane juice churning machine' was a welcome change. The sounds matched some pre-recorded decibles in the mind, of childhood days in Bhilai, bringing back memories of 'what finally being home meant'. It was music to the ears. Then still closer home, the melodious chant of 'Tripadi' (which I first heard from my mother-in-law who sings it well too), by a group of women completed the ritual of 'final home coming'. Am I happy to be a part of 'the quietness of home ?