I sit on the window seat of the speeding bus
The wind in my hair, music in my ears
And I look around.
Most of my copassengers are engrossed in a phone.
Some in games, some messages.
Some scrolling through social networks.
The conductor shouts out stoppage names.
Otherwise we are all silent.
I wonder if suddenly
All those phones stopped working.
Perhaps we will have
Some interesting conversation.
A stare here, a smile there.
And there will be many more stories
To tell and hear
While you make your journey Home.
~ Suranya