After all everyone is a human

Another quotable experience in public transport, this time not in the train. It was in a bus. Well, I would say an empty bus. One teenage couple; I and a white family with no woman were the only passengers in the bus. It was pretty evident that the woman of the family was not present in their lives. It was a family of two little girls and a father. The father was sitting in the front seat of the bus and the two girls were standing next to him holding the pole. The bus driver was a bit of an Indian auto driver kinds and was speeding in the narrow roads of Guildford. At one point, he applied brakes and one of the girls fell over in the bus. There was an expression in the face of the father. A mixture of anxiety over his daughter and annoyance over the driver. I can never forget that expression. It made me feel that we are all humans, after all humans. We all feel the same; we may be different in the colour of our skin or the way we speak, or the way we live, but all show the basic animal instinct to love and being loved.