the bus ride home.

Travelling is something that I’ve never really enjoyed. Visiting new places? Yes. But the journey there under the scorching sun while being deluded with motion sickness? Not so much. Thankfully, the twenty minute ride to school and back home doesn’t faze me. And when boredom strikes, looking out the window is the only option you’re left with.

While on the way home, I see a lot of buildings. Some ordinary ones, some empty opulent ones; but the one that always catches my eye is this newly-built fancy structure. I’ve never been inside it, but the erratic placement of half-naked Greek sculptures on pillars always makes my head turn whenever we pass by it. It has mint painted domes, an elaborate garden at the entrance, huge 20-feet gates. And it seems to be the ideal place for your morning walk or stray dogs to set up camp.

The juxtaposition of these two buildings always amuses me for some reason. One is just starting out, is going to be the home for many lives. The other, no longer in its prime once had many happy residents (or drug dealers) in it. Maybe it represents something, something my pea sized brain can’t put to words yet.

Maybe you can interpret it? Let me know.


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