Colors of life.

I was going home in an AC bus. It was a Friday and the bus was jam packed as the weekend had a bonus holiday on Monday for the birth of Vinayagar. I was at dismay as my phone's headset was broken. Hence, I could do nothing but stare at the never ending road. I was standing in the front of the bus and had a clear view of the road; I could have driven the bus from the place I stood if at all I knew to drive. We zoomed across many vehicles on the process of reaching our destination Vellore, my home. It had become a routine to see the road and the passing by cars. As it was the only option available.

None of the vehicles seemed to matter, until we were behind a gray colored Qualis. There was nothing special about the car as such. But, all of a sudden a figure seemed to pop up in the back seat of the car. It was clearly visible to us through the plain glass at the rear door of the car. It was a cute baby. I was assured that the baby was no more than 2 years of age. Had curly hair on the oval face and it complemented the perfectly round eyes that were shining by reflecting the high powered headlights of the bus.  If I'm not wrong the baby was a HE. He smiled and transferred the same onto me. It spread to my fellow companions of bus as well. He also responded to the various hands that waved at him by returning the warm wave back at us. It nearly lasted for 2 minutes as the driver looked at the vacant road ahead and decided to overtake the car along with our smiles and waves. I kept my eyes fixed on the baby as we zoomed past the car until I could see him no more.

It was back to the same old boring routine. But, I cherished that memory till I reached home not knowing why.

That night, I was closing my eyes to dream. I thought of the same baby again. I realized then; that is life. We live a routine life and sparks like these happen every now and them. Some prove to be good and some bad. But, the fact is everything matters. Cause…

That's what makes life complete.