That smile...

That smile….
Last Saturday, I was travelling in a crowded blue line bus. Like any other blue line bus it was stinking with that sweat everywhere. I took the bus from South Ex and there was hardly any place to sit. I could barely stand too. All eyes of people standing had their eyes hooked on to the people sitting, all ready to grab any seat they get. The people sitting felt like the rulers as if the world works under them.

In that frustrating environment, the bus stopped at the next stop. An old woman with complete tattered clothes, with uncombed hair, wrinkled face ran towards the bus who might have been waiting for long hours on that stop suddenly had a sign of relief on her face with the arrival of the bus. But as soon as she entered the bus she could not find a single place to sit. So she stood for a while and that sign of relief had completely vanished from her face.

With that modesty, a man suddenly stood up who was sitting right in front of that old lady. She was so happy that the smile on her face took away all the frustration of the environment. I felt as if there is at least one happy and content person in this world. That smile was like fresh gerberas which is hard to find in a person with an age full of experiences of the tough world.

May be it was just a seat but for her it meant sitting and travelling at least for an hour comfortably. That comfort which she might not be feeling very often brought about that smile on her face. A smile of true happiness and of achievement…