I kept peeping into each bus looking to see if the seats were cushioned and if there was a push back.
You wouldnt believe the number of buses that dont have what we considered basic comforts if i told you!
I hit the jackpot. Third time lucky!
The guy who issued my ticket says no seats in the front go get comfortable at the rear of the bus so you can get your muscles massaged with all the bumps on the road and alight with a sore back. I look at him pleading with a smile trying to work the im a woman travelling alone scenario as much as i could and he obliged with a seat two rows behind his own.
Near a man who filled his seat quite well i must add. I then understood why he thought i may not be alright at the front of the bus.
Or so i thought.
I was settling in to drift into a land of healing my creaking joints after an uphill trek.
My muscles sore.
When i got chatted up.
And it wasnt really a pick me up. But it was cherry topped with an im not sure if it was a pick up.
The conversation started with... oh u climbed the hill? And went on to how my face says i have gone through tough times last two years and how my parents are sick and how i am well intentioned but it comes and bites me in my arse...
I guess its generic. Everyone thinks theyve been having toughh times... so we lean forward and say hmm... people read that and go on...
These guys who claim to be psychic i say!
Anyway
And then comes the icing on the mudcake...
he says. I read the vedas everyday. So if u talk to me u will have positive vibrations from me and through the phone u will have tht positive effect... (what nonsense i think through it all) if he was a good face reader he would have read my disinterest by now u think? NO...!
He keeps at it and finally finishes saying u should come visit the place i stay at...theres this temple ill take u there...
That was my signal to fake sleep.
Makes me question who is really genuine and whos not in the whole wide world.
