Little sleep. Tiring day. Hour-long ride home.
So the moment I got into the volvo that’d take me home, I went to the first available seat and proceeded to grab some shut-eye. I pride myself on sharing one trait with Masai warriors. Sadly, it’s not their height. It’s their ability to sleep and wake at will. Okay, make that half a trait… I can go to sleep at will.
Soon, two girls sat opposite me, and a man in the seat next to mine. I barely registered their presence as they kept talking. The conductor came around after quite a while, when I was just about awake thanks to the incessant conversation that I think was about their siblings’ weddings or something.
“Where to?”, the conductor asked. “Udupi Garden”*, said the two girls. “Udupi”, said the man.
“And you?”, he asked me, while one girl made an effort to nudge me awake.
With great effort, I turned around and said “KREC Guest House”**.