UNWANTED. SECTION 354
because I hate to keep you in suspense I am writing about what happened a month after I put these photos up!
bus from kerala to karnataka. I need to get to my seat. The man standing in front of me wont move and let me get to my seat. I say" excuse me? "/ " solpa side please?!"/
He gives me the blank look after which I direct my hands in a manner that indicates he must move a little away from me so that I can reach my seat. After all, the last thing I need to do is get my body brushed against a stranger's- especially when there is no dirth of space.
He succumbs but hisses a " zzzxsssk!" staring my anatomy into little pieces.
In less than 3 minutes I realize that he has the seat in front of me. The seats recline, the hands recline even further.
All between him and me is the needle.