It was a typical autumn day in Stockholm, not so cold but cold enough for a jacket and constant drizzle. My day came to an end at the Office and I headed towards the boring 20 minute trip back to home. Not surprisingly the red Limo arrived on time and I got in, chose my favourite place close to the door. Line 518 is nothing less than a Limo, just that it is red instead of White or black and I don’t pay the chauffeur and he doest wear a tuxedo, most of the times drives only with me as passenger.
The bus arrived at Kista Centrum and there was an unusually big crowd waiting for it. May be the previous one did not turn up. It was little noisy enough which let me unconsciously observe things, instead of just looking. I lost my privacy but at no cost.
Through the door in the middle of the bus a lady pushed in a pram, that was spacious enough to accommodate two kids, but I could only see one sleeping in one half of it and the other half filled with ICA bags, looked like groceries supply for a month. The hood of the pram was up. Then came a old woman with another pram and pushed it to the other side in the place for the prams in the middle of the bus. Then came the third one this with a little gal aged around a year and half. The little gal was all on her own looking around with her twinkling eyes glanced through everything around curiously. The man behind the pram, who I presume to be her father was a tall, bald and had a consistent stern look on his face. There was no enough space in for the third one, but the women were kind enough to move their prams to the sides and gave way to the third one.
But then came in a shock to her. Her pram was sandwiched between the other two with their black hoods up, denied of all the interesting things she was looking at and in the front, just the wall of the bus just few inches away from her face, blocked from all directions. In few seconds twinkle in the eyes vanished and I could just see sad eyes. The only way out to get out of this claustrophobia is to do something to get her father's attention. She turned around her head and some noise to grab the attention of her father, the man knew the motive behind it acted indifferently and ignored her, as there is nothing that he can do. After repeated attention gathering efforts and spotting a pity looks gave up on her father. She noticed the plastic tape hanging in front of her, they are used to strap on the prams, baggage etc, and put her in mouth and started chewing it, for the rest of journey and kept her busy. After a few minutes the stop arrived and pram was pulled out to get off the bus. Moment the doors opened, shine in her eyes returned back with a smile on her face..
I continued for another couple of stops to get off, it was not a boring journey, after all………
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