Fear of the Dark
“Night buses?” “Oh horror! What if the driver falls asleep? Or what if the person next to you turns out to be a pervert? Or what if the robbers rob every penny out of you?” You know what? These all are now old wife’s tales regarding the journey on the night buses. Now? Now it’s something like this: “Did you get stoned on the way? Or was there window pane for your seat? Or did your bus have the front window?” If you’ve read my last blog post, I’d said that the journey during the earthquake had been my most horrible journey till date. But I take it all back. I’ve travelled some few journeys now to surpass that and let me completely forget the journey made during the disaster. I’m the first one in my entire family to travel by the night buses. Yay! For me, right? You know how mums are. Similarly, my mum was against me travelling amidst the night until that time came when I had no other choices. The world is round, of course. There’re no day-buses from Pokhara to Dharan an...