If you're travelling in an MTC bus during the 8am to 10am slot, you might as well forget that seats exist in the bus. The newly made buses are in fact designed to provide for more place to stand. It was one such bus I was traveling on that day. I'd been standing for an hour, and finally got a seat: it wasn't exactly a seat, it's the box-like structure under which perhaps there were some mechanical parts, which MTC users started sitting on when the bus got too crowded. Hoping to rest my legs for at least the 10 minutes of the ride left, I sat on it, relieved. As destiny would have it, the relief didn't last long. This anna standing near me said, "He's been standing for very long, let him sit ma". And I looked around, expecting an old, grey haired man. It turned out I had to look down: it was a small boy, who wasn't even as tall as the box he was about to sit on. I let him sit, and was curious because he had no one with him. He said he was going to...
“Can I tell you a story, puttu?” my grandmother asked me, while I was busy typing away on my laptop. I instantly felt bad that I hadn't even talked to her properly after coming home for the weekend, it was already Sunday evening. After at least four assurances that she wasn’t disturbing my studies or work, she went back to the 1950s, when she was in college. She’d gone there, but didn’t fit in. On the first day, everyone her own age kept calling her “akka” – she was disheartened. She left without paying her fee, not meaning to coming back to the college. On the way back though, she’d noticed an announcement that said that a girl child with no father, no property, and some other conditions, could claim some 1000 rupees or so. She’d immediately gone and registered for it. When she came back home to her single mother who really wanted her to pursue graduation, and told her she hadn’t paid the fee at the college ‘cause she didn’t fit in, she was instructed plainly to go back the next...