On the Bus, this is one local bus, it is the only means of transportation for most people, so every goes on top of the bus and on the bus. Getting in and out of the bus required acrobatic hopping in and out of windows due to full supply of stuff from the markets. Behind me in the back row sat a Tibetan monk, young with respiratory congestion going on, and his elder mother who was also sick. They came to town to get her medicine. I saw in him his hopes for her to be well and at peace.
At the head of the bus, sat a young mother in her early twenties looking like she was going on thirties with her 1 year old baby girl. The baby was sleeping in her arms and I saw in her, her hopes for her baby to be safe and well. It was interesting to see the head of the bus and the back of the bus, the relationships at different stages of life and the concerns were the same.
