The safety pin is my shastra..my ayudha
Privacy and personal space is luxury in a place I live. The following entry is happening when I am sandwiched between a sleeping lady who has fallen asleep by the time the bus reached Karundakad from New Bus Stand. Well I'm traveling from Kasaragod to Mangalore which is my weekend routine. Yeah so, stuck between the sleeping lady who sways like one of those coconut trees during hurricane of Category 4 and a man who is stoic and has resemblance to Spock. The stoic figure does get agile once in a while when the conductor passes every now and then disturbing the assorted placement of people who have fit in the gaps available after all the seat have been occupied by more than the prescribed people. As I type on to my phone I get a vague idea of the stops we pass by thanks to all those loudspeakers screaming with full might outside the religious institutions. A Krishna Bhajane indicates it's Kumble Sri Gopalakrishna Devasthana and Hanuman chalisa is Arikady of course. It's also...