Faces on the Road, Stories in Motion

Today, as I boarded the college bus, the road itself seemed to narrate a story. People were running in every direction some with a purpose, some without. A few faces glowed with joy, while others carried the dullness of routine. Some looked expressionless, as if life had paused for them, while a few carried eyes full of curiosity and silent questions.

The vehicles that rushed past told another tale. Drivers moved faster than the wind, hardly worried about risks, as though speed itself had become their reason to live. The world on the move is always fascinating it makes me wonder, are they chasing something, or just trying to escape?

Amid all this, what caught my heart most were the kids. Their faces were pure joy untouched by worries, unshaken by expectations. They live as if life is nothing but play, a lesson many of us forget once we grow up. Watching them reminded me that happiness doesn’t need reasons, it just needs presence.

I may not have magical powers to read the depths of every passing face, but years of teaching a hundred students each day has given me an instinct. I can sense the weight people carry, even when they try to hide it. Life, I realized, is full of colors but not everyone gets to see the same shade. Some live in bright hues of hope, others in the fading tones of struggle.

As the bus moved forward, so did the stories around me. Each face was a journey, each vehicle a metaphor, and each child a reminder that life, at its core, is simple. Perhaps, we just need to pause, look around, and feel the colors instead of rushing past them.

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