A bus conductor

My father was a bus conductor so he used to sleep in the bus at night for alternate days and I used to deliver him his tiffin in the evening so that it won’t spoil and he would get fresh dinner.

So he would let me know where I had to wait for him, his bus would come and I would hand-over his tiffin.

Waiting for him there on the road used to be little long as I had to wait for 20-30 minutes at times and I can’t stay still …

So what I used to do then was that I would hold the tiffin and start looking for what everyone around me is doing.

I would look at a an aunty sweeping their corridor, I used to see a child taking back some sabji in his bag and in that whole world around me.. I used to dissolve into thinking of what my mom would be doing right now? How my papa would be ticketing in the bus etc…

I always liked to think of these things. I used to guess and ask him the next day and confirm if I guessed it right or not. Somehow I always liked it.

The other thing I always wanted which did not get complete was that I always wanted to sit in a bus where my father would be a conductor and I wanted to get ticket from him…

I always asked my father to let me be in the bus where he is on duty.. but he never did.

I used to convince him that I will be with him for the whole day and will get in the bus he would have to be in … but he never did.

I never got to experience that and I kind of knew that it won’t get completed because may be I thought he won’t like to be with him while being on duty .. because you know, it’s different being there in such a crowd ..

Anyways…

So what do I do now? Hahaha .. nothing. on weekends, I get into any random bus and imagine my father being a conductor. .. simple 🙂