The bus was crowded with travelers, shoppers, each one trying to push its way to find a place to sit or just a convenient niche to stand easy, with their heavy loads. Tempers were getting frayed and atmosphere within the bus became loaded with anger and frustration.

After few stops people got down and it became somewhat peaceful. A young mother entered with a small girl in her arms and people found a seat for her to sit. The little girl was alive with smiling eyes and tried to draw attention of other travelers, sitting opposite her. She was smiling and waving her hand and eventually waved at me. It was a winning smile to enchant you with a happy innocence and grace.

Perhaps she was a queen in some far off land, in a poetic universe. Perhaps not in some far off land but right here. A poetic universe opened where she was the reigning queen. Perhaps some of us carry unique worlds within and which we never suspect or notice until some event happens however trivial to trigger it.