As a child, I was always fascinated by the rush of the city. Each morning, my dad would hurry me to a bus from GouriBari to Sealdah, where my school remained strict, their eyes fixed on the hands of the ticking clock 😀
Each day, I used to take my head out of the bus to see whats coming at us, how the cars rush by.. how the people used to swear at jam, and frequent traffic red signals.. how traffic rules were broken to the will of the pedestrians. The symphony of the horns, the bus conductor’s alerts, the “ting ting” sound of the bus bells.. and there started the bus again,me amazed looking outside 😀
The grey buses seem to have been replaced by the blue and yellow, while at certain parts, the graffiti gave way to a more sophisticated white body buses, but nothing seems to have changed. The dreams, hopes are still there, even today people amaze me when i look at them through the window 😉 I lived one such past moment very recently, cannot resist the temptation to share a photograph with you.If you like the photograph, show support. Click on the “like” for “Anirban Saha Photography”:
regards,
Anirban