Couples of days ago, after being off, I caught the bus again, like what I did every day. It was around six at dark. And the traffic jam came again. So many vehicles, motorcycles, bikes and passengers travelled in the street. You could hear whistles every minute. It was so busy in your eyesight.
Since there was a jam, the bus moved very slowly. The driver often started the bus suddenly and then stopped it in another second. With awful vehicle condition, it’s so hard to keep good in the bus. Chairs were limited, while passengers too many. Except the aged, few could have a seat. So, if you wanted to keep balance, you must hold the handrail tightly every second. That’s also what I did.
Something acted upon my head when I stood in the reeling bus. I even felt some sadness. I was thinking why people and me staying here. And what were we doing? Obviously, we got on the bus and wished to get home as soon as possible. So we chose to stand in the bus. Surrounded with a crowd, we just stood there alone. At that time, the bus seemed to be a cage. Even, it was like a prison van. Wasn’t it?
People crowded in the bus. They couldn’t choose the route. They couldn’t get off the bus unless it stopped at the bus stop. What they could do was waiting there silently. Especially at the jam time, the waiting time was much longer. It’s hard. In order to make waiting time go faster, they looked out of the window wearily. “Enjoying” the street scenes was the only thing they could do. There were two worlds then. One in the street, and the other in the bus. The glass separated them. At that time, people in the bus were “prisoners”. Because the world they belonged to was isolated from the outside. They were poorer than real prisoners. Because prisoner can sit in the prison van when transported.
In the bus, holding the handrail and looking outside, it sounded one trapped in a prison van. This sentence was my recent personal message of QQ. And just like what I told above, I took two photos with my cell phone when I was standing in the bus. I just couldn’t control myself.