Thinking about the past

On a warm silent night, a bus was riding on the street at 60km/hr on a not so busy road.

Not many people were on the bus, just a handful of people who were heading home from work or wherever they were coming from.

Some had their head buried in whatever they were doing on their phones, some were anticipating dinner, some thought about their pets, some thought about their loved ones waiting for them, while some thought about the fastest way to take off their clothes, take a shower, and eat dinner before sleeping on their comfortable bed.

But among these people, there was a strange person whose head was leaning on the window right at the back of the bus.

What set this person out wasn't because the person was grinning like a fool or because the person was zoning out or because he was sitting far away from the rest of the people, it was far from that.