A plea for more buses
What is it about buses that brings a wave of nostalgia over most of us? I still remember the bus numbers of routes I used to frequent decades ago, and my heart skips a beat when I come across them on the road today. I remember taking the bus alone for the first time in Madras (now Chennai) when I was ten. My father gave me his visiting card to show a grown-up in case I got lost, but my older brother had little faith in this plan and surreptitiously followed my bus on his cycle.