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Priyam Kumar


He waited in the dark. It is said that ‘patience pays’.Well, if that were true, he would certainly have been a king by then, as he had waited for more than two hours. A big dark blue bus appeared and camouflaged itself with the darkness, in the dead of the night. Paul wore a big scarf and black gloves. He shivered in the cold. The bus had no lights and a blank nameplate in the front.It was certainly foolish to get into such a bus. Yet, it was also wise.Wiser to get into a bus, than stand on a platform surrounded by the music of isolation, and the hum of fear. Thus, Paul gingerly touched the iron rod and looked at the windows. They were all covered with curtains. It was impossible to make out if even a single soul, happy or sad, rested within. Still flowing…