The Bus Stop..
The chaos was distracting. The constant chatter of the people around him. The fleeting conversation snippets fell on his weary years. The day had been a tiring one. All said and done, he was here waiting by the bus stop as everyday. The route number plate read 1331. His tie all wrinkled up and hair disheveled. Waiting and waiting for nobody. The routine was almost monotonous now. But this day had been more draining than ever. Hardly a bus had stopped by. All had rushed by. Almost as if speeding up by the bus stop instead of slowing down. She came silently and sat on the extreme end of the seat of the bus stop and opened up a book - 'The Shining'. "Ohh Stephen King!, strange choice for this time of the night", he thought. Her red scarf was striking enough to distract him even more. He would have went over and started a discussion on any other normal day, but not today. Today had been particularly crushing and yet was far from over. No buses had stopped