Life has so many folds in it, that you can spend a lifetime travelling, yet you would have the fortune (or misfortune) of experiencing only a part of the world wants to make you experience. In beastly cities that do not sleep, finding a quiet time and a place unbothered by people, is hard to find. One might need luck to ever find it, or create it. It was a drowsy afternoon of a Sunday in March that I was travelling to my class on a bus. Don’t ask me the name of the city where I was, or where I was going, not only because you would forget it in a day, but also because the story that is about to follow will make you want to read it again for a reason, and I don’t want to write a thesis before I start narrating the story. So, as I was saying, I was onboard a bus. Sunday afternoons are a favorite of mine, because you’d get to experience the world without losing yourself in a crowd. On top of that, I got a window seat that day. The sun had done half its stroll in a clear sky, and ...
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