This is the first part of a three-part series.
Buses are not just full, they are jam-packed during Mondays.
I have accepted wholeheartedly that I’ll be standing for almost two hours when I took the bus to get to work. Trying as hard as I can, I eagerly squeezed in myself in the already filled bus.
I heaved a sigh of relief when I finally stood in my little corner.
It was when a man seated in my front left stood. I am too amazed to react because hey, gentlemen are now as rare as a pink diamond!
He touched my arm softly to get my attention.
“Oh,” I quietly said as I look at him. (He’s surely flashing his pearly whites.)
I took his former seat, slowly.
When I looked up, it appears he’s looking at me too.
I smiled back.
“Thank you,” I said softly.
And that’s the start of our story.
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