Thoughts in a bus

I will miss my granny, I thought while leaning back on the dusty squeaky grey seat. The bus still produced a lively humming sound which pointed out that the engine was still in a good state, unlike the interior.

My granny had selected the seat for me after she took me to the motor park.
"Go in Nonso, drop your bag on that row", she said to me, gesturing at the position she wanted me to assume.
For a moment, I glanced at her and instantly, I missed her and the people, the friends I made in the village. I stayed with Granny throughout the long vacation and should return home when it's only a few days before school begins

Let's not make it look pathetic; staying with my grandmother was fun. I did have to eat all varieties of local foods and enough beverages, and most importantly, the whole experience was filled with love and warmth.

Granny had a small but cozy house, tucked away in a serene neighborhood, the walls were adorned with family photos and colorful paintings, giving the space a nostalgic charm.

The days spent with Granny were filled with laughter, stories, and endless adventures. We would explore the the far lands that the family possessed, either to harvest crops or till the soil. It was not adventurous per say, but worth it.

Her cooking was legendary, and I eagerly awaited each mealtime. From delicious soups to mouthwatering stews, she knew all the secretes of the pots and luckily I learnt as I helped out in the cooking.

But it wasn't just the food that filled my heart with joy; it was the love and care Granny showered upon me.
I was still in deep thoughts with a smile on my face when the ratty vehicle fell into a pot hole jolting me back to reality.