A life I want to live

Looking out the window of a public vehicle, I despise everyone riding two-wheelers. Maybe soon, I will also wear the helmet and shift gears.

I stare outside the public bus window, grocery shops running past me, and pedestrians walking, everyone with a different destination to reach. But most often, my eyes go on the two-wheelers. The bike riders swiftly change the gear as the traffic jam approaches. And the electric scooters barely make any noise compared to the fuel ones. The bus conductor comes to collect our fare as I reach for my student ID card from the bag. I get off at the bus stop but must walk at least five minutes before reaching my destination. “It’s a good thing to walk,” I convince myself each time, yet it always bothers me.