Nosy as Hell.

..As I sat in bus as I regularly would , I gazed upon all the people who were there that seemingly appears to be nothing but tired , restless and souless droids driven by similar daily routines. As I took a glance I saw nothing but emptiness in their eyes..

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Then the thought striked me like the plane striked the World Trade Centre , I wonder if they're looking at me the same way Im looking at them. Do I appear to be a lifeless droid as well?As I sat longer my curiousity developed . What is that fat man digging his nose by the right over thinking? What are the voices in his head telling him.

"..I like digging noses , I wonder if that guy over there staring at me would let me dig his nose"

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Nah, couldnt be it.

I chuckled , my imagination is running too wild but as I looked around I wondered about the lifes of the people who sat there. What made them as there are in the society today ? Are they satisfied with what they have achieved or possesed so far? What were dreams they had , that are now all but shattered? What's the story behind this man , is there anything inspiring that can be learnt? Or what's his dillemma? Could he be sitting down there wondering..

"..Oh god , how am I gonna feed the 3 fat monstrous kids at home and still be able to pay of the bills?"

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Or maybe he could just be sitting there wondering when the hell the bus is gonna reach his destination. As I sat there , my curiousity grew larger and larger my thoughts ventured deeper.
At that very moment, a man with a family of 6 walked in the bus. My attention immediatly was caught ,

"..Couldnt he have afforded a car? Seeing his financial status surely he must be a sour old man.."

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He sat down directly in front of me, I looked up and stared at him . He and his family smiled at me , as I returned a smile I thought to myself , he isnt as sour as I thought he would be and as I was having that thought , a foreigner came in without sufficient change. He walked up to that man with a warm smile he greeted him and handed him that dollar and began having a conversation with that man.

What a friendly man , I thought to myself. I began wondering , what is it that this man has gone through that makes him this way ? What expriences did he have, what was his upbringing that even though he's not wealthy he seems content. He seems like the type who doesnt possess the most yet , needs the least.

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I was so occupied with my thoughts , time flied and as I looked out, I yelled in my thoughts.