Every day I take stairs by two to get from the metro to a tram stop. And there it is once again. Display says my connection won’t come for 3 more minutes. Well, it sure is later than usual but I decided to wait.
20 minutes in a tram I finally found out why it was late- there is a construction on the road and traffic is being diverted. Right before my stop, yaay! But I’m too lazy to get up and go on foot. So instead of having a little jogging experience, I stayed in a tram. And now I`m going god knows where. Just because I decided not to move.
Of course, every tram has to finish in a circle and start another round. So I`m looking outside the window and thinking when to get off. And there, finally! Full circle. Stop. It’s a pity all passengers have to get off now. Me too, of course. My laziness cost me once again more than I could save by it. Great. At this moment I probably look like a wet, sad puppy. But I still have to get home, so let`s find a nearest platform and start from there.
It’s friday and I’m hungy. I just want to sit down and watch some movie or read something. I don’t want to wait here, on the platform 9 and 3/4 to get mugged. So now, I have to get on a bus for a change- the only one that stops anywhere near my appartment.
Well, at least it’s not a rush hour, right? Bus is going to be empty and I won`t have to stand for 20 more minutes…
A boy on a bus
And there it is, completely cracked up. If one more passenger got in, it would probably crumble. But I managed to get in, because I’m the best. I noticed other people nodding their heads in a praise for me, because now they have to jam together even more. With me, the celebrity who got in.
So there I am, on a bus, holding to a pole. I look at other passengers too. Some guy with a pack of milk, lady carrying her ellegant walking stick and right next to me, a little boy with big, round, brown eyes staring at me.
At first, I try not to stare at him. “Don’t look! Don’t look!”, I keep repeating to myself. But it doesn’t work and I slowly glance at his direction. He doesn’t move his head. He doesn’t look anywhere else. “Do I really look so ugly to your taste that you have to make me nervous?” His staring intensifies and I suddenly feel uncomfortable…
My mind starts to swirl and swirl in a big endless whirpool of thoughts. “Is he judging me? Can he see right into my soul like a seer through a crystal ball? Is he contemplating my fate right now, deciding whether I`m going to hell or to heaven? He probably knows everything about me and now he’s in a disgust. Nothing can escape his big brown eyes. But why? Is he my guardian angel waiting for a bus to crash so he could take me wherever angels take lost spirits after that? Is my life near its end?”
As I`m thinking about this, I can feel the ground under my feet gradually disappearing. Now, I’m looking at this little boy again, staring right into his endless brown eyes. And he smiles at me. Like only children can. You know, the type of smile that can make a sun come up on the west and set on the east. So I smile back and get off the bus. Finally!
On my way home I’m contemplating about this experience. Did something transcendental just happen to me? What the hell was that? My mind is still shattered into tiny little pieces of porcelain glass and I’m trying to put it all together. All I know is that something extraordinary just happened. And I feel somewhat better…
The next day
I woke up into a rainy day. I hate it when I have to go shopping in this weather, but nothing could save me from this fate. So as I`m leaving my appartment, I notice the same boy from the bus through the staircase one floor below me. He is my neighbour`s grandson and we met a couple of weeks ago. That`s why he was staring at me. He smiled at me yet again and I knew that nothing magical happened. It was just my imagination playing with me. He`s no guardian angel. He didn`t come to take me away from this world. In the end, nothing extraordinary happened to me. He is just a kid with big brown eyes and captivating smile. Am I really that naive? Thanks for yet another mind musher, brain!
*Illustrations from Pixabay.com