Reflections

He was as usual going back from work, cribbing over the ever-increasing work load, tax slabs and increment.

The hooded man came in silently and sat next to him. He remained aloof of him for some time. Only did after some time he realize that the man was trying to type something in his old mobile phone, which seemed older than him. He felt his new smartphone in his pocket and heaved silently. I am definitely well-off than him, he thought to himself.

When the conductor came, he pulled out a 100 Rs note for 25 rupees ticket, whereas the hooded man pulled out coins from his pocket and counted change for 20 rupees. "Next to the college stop", he muttered silently. He turned to me and said, "My son has got a merit seat in this college, I am going for his term fees payment".

He observed the hooded man get down from the bus,outside a mirror-finish college, and the old man walking past the gate, into a small building. He imagined that some day this man's son will pass out from this place, and probably drive out from this gate in a BMW, while he will still be still looking out from his AC bus......