Unwell.

8 June 2016. Like most of my posts, this too begins with a commute. A little boy, with his head covered in gauze and an IV catheter in his arm, sits in front of me. It is a seat meant for two, but like many things Indian, a ‘little adjustment’ ensures that three people are squeezed onto the…

Hot summer days

Cold water becomes precious on hot summer days, especially for those whose job is to be on the road, driving the bus and issuing tickets. But regular commuters like this woman help out, getting ice-cold water to share with the driver and conductor, on the way back from work. As seen in bus route 29E, 28 April 2016.…

A chance encounter

Taking the bus, you see images flashing past – faces, buildings, trees. And sometimes, when you look down, deep in thought, you might just realize that the old wrinkled woman sitting in front of you who, until then, was just another face in the crowd, is actually a construction worker, returning home, carrying a hoe held between tanned, roughened fingers, after a long…

Mums

  Mums are awesome. When they take the bus, they not only manage to carry their handbags, but they also carry you and everything else that you might ever need — some balloons for you to play with, towels to cool off in the summer heat, food in case you get hungry and so on and so forth.…