Sitting in the bus returning home from hostel listening to the mix of songs played backgound.. this always get me to a lot of mind work. The excitement of getting back to home sweet home, hugging Haifa and giving choclates to Hadi and my sweetest nephew Fellah who surround me and hold my legs as soon as I reach home. They treat me as a long ago lost sister as in the old bollywood movies who came back home after years and years. The warmth of getting back in moms hands and my elder sister waiting for my stories.... A flood of thoughts goes across my mind this time... the rush in the bus...that cold wind that tries to take away my scarf along with it and the faces of absolute strangers lost in their own thoughts. When the bus pass by small towns or villages I get to see a lot of people peeping into the bus, some trying to get into the bus and some who wasnt good enough in athletics and miss the bus. The song keeps changing and along with it changes my mood. Some songs are so c...
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