A Local Bus Journey: Knowing Different Shades of Life “If I can’t invest enough strength in pulling myself into the local bus, I am going to hang for 2 hours,” I support myself to launch on the bus, as a wave of passengers descending from door forces entering ones frantically. Partial anger of mine vented on the bus is owing to flaring fares of local transport. “Where are the ‘darn’ scientists sleeping? They should have invented hydro engines until now. The experts believe they are near to discovering a different solar system for us. New solar system! My foot! They can’t even lift our misery by producing hydro engines, at least during Captain’s government!” I complain to myself, but an unexpected calm sweeps through my brain after feeling that water in the world is vanishing, too. This leads me to stay satisfied with whatever means I have on the occasion. “Leave science! If that ‘cha cha’, who is seeing at my seat, lying empty, because I am still healing from scientific wou...