A public transport is a big box full of strangers, travelling together through the wind, some alighting and others getting down, at strange stations and destinations.
It was into one such bus I got into ,and found myself a window seat, somewhere in the middle, on the return journey home from a function.
The bus got filled, and a family who boarded together got split, each finding strangers as co- seaters.
A bossy concerned parent was asking my seatmate to request me to shift to another place to get them together.
The response was only a gesture from my seatmate, but it said all. Everything stayed put.
The rest of the journey was silence, then small talk, finally, a pointing to an Institute of study.
Maybe the person would turn out to be a future CEO, an entrepreneur, or a principal, whatever she becomes, she would win respect, and bring out the best from those around her.
With gratitude and respects to a junior, a future to the world of trust and honour.
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