Bus window, way to college, and a book!

Growing up we’ve heard “Journey is more important than the destination.” but looking back I never knew I’d make my journey to college more important.

I had enjoyed my ‘journey to college’ life more than ‘the college’ life itself (half of which COVID ate up but anyways).

In school, I was the farthest one living among all the school van students. Hence, the first one to get picked. First to get picked — and the last one to be dropped.

College treated me the same. But with a public transport bus.

Imagine 22 km away from your place. You wait for the bus. Catch and find the place to sit. Not just the seat. The seat of your choice. And a window seat is ofcourse a prerequisite.

The good part about traveling by bus is getting the window seat.

The better part is getting the window seat at the last corner.

The best part is reading a book at that last corner.

The best-est part is reading a book at the last corner when the bus is taking the bridge to the top of it and you can see the city from a little above.

Many bridges go by. Many top-views you scroll.

In your mind. With a book in your hand.

You’re talking to yourself.

In your mind. With a book in your hand.

Picked up the bookmark. Placed at the page you’re reading, gently move the other half of the book to close it. You’re looking at the sky, the clouds, the birds moving left-right horizon, below is the railway track, many railway tracks actually. Many bridges go by. With many top-view scenes. Sometimes the apartments, sometimes the park. The random buildings, the random billboards.

As I read somewhere, not sure how true it is, the more your eyes get the length of space to see, the more it feels good to you. And it feels good to think. To think about what your current chapter is talking about.

This was real for me. The journey. More amazing than where I’m reaching.

Passengers come and go. Some sit besides me. Some give me company. Then sometimes an awkward question some random person asks “What are you pursuing in your college?”. I say a thing. A small small-talk. Then I’m a blank person. Like “What just happened?”. “Why do I know what I’m going for, why I don’t know why I’m going for?”

My eyes go to the book I’m reading. Continues the chapter and reckons “Oh isn’t what I’m reading which is making me think is more important?” We’ve still got 5 more bus-stops to the main. Focus, focus!”

And I keep reading. And I keep thinking. Sitting at a bus window, on the way to college, with a book.