Bus Stop Glance

Bus Stop Glance

It was one of those days while I was in Nepal. I was in synch with everything around me. And the stories and sub stories all tied in.

She was looking at me , and I was looking at her. We both wanted to smile, while her guy looked out from the inner seat with a frown. He had no idea how tall I am. He probobly thought I was standing on a milk crate. We both held our glance until I felt it was the right moment to shoot as the bus started to lurch and pull away from the the bus stop.

There was so much to take in as the minute passed. People cr crammed in like sardines in a can, while children slept in the arms or parents standing up worm out from the bumpy back dirt roads up into Himalayas.