I was standing holding a railing in the bus. Evening. It was crowded. I could smell the old lady's hair oil. ugh. I wrinkled my nose and rummaged in the cavernous depths of my bag to find my wallet and buy a ticket.
Tired and wanting to get home I proceeded to stare out of the window. A few minutes later, someone taps on my shoulder. I turn around to see a man pointing at an empty seat. I nod and sit down. I sit still, bag clutched to my chest. Looking straight ahead.
Why did he do that? *my cynical mind*
Refusing to belive that strangers can be nice too.
I got off at my stop, feeling stupid for not thanking him.
It happens in Delhi all the time. There may be 'lechy' asses but there are decent guys who make it a point to get all women seats :)
ReplyDeleteOh? Nice to know :)
ReplyDeleteAnother reason to come back there!
This was the first time anyone was nice to me on the bus, normally its just sticky,sweaty,smelly..ugh.