Waiting for the bus

Part I

The traffic sped by, spewing out dark clouds of smoke, ad adding to the cites pollution and kicking up the dust bringing gasps and coughs from pedestrians. Crowds of people walked along the side walk and road. And there, at the bus stand I stood, waiting for my bus home. It was midday, not a great time to be stuck out doors. Especially in the summers of Jaipur. Well there I was, hoping that this misery would end soon. I was not the only one suffering, to my left was a tall, dark man. On his head was a big white turban, and he wore a simple white kurtha and wrapped around his legs was a plain dhoti. Sweat had made the kurtha stick to his body, and his forehead was shiny with perspiration. His face was dominated by those big handlebar mustaches that are so common in Rajasthan.
Then up walked a girl in her late teens. She was wearing a red salwar top with a pair of blue jeans. I could tell instantly that she was fairly well of, and was probably not used to riding a bus. The big man looked at the girl and raised his eye brows. I was not the only one thinking she was out of place. She took out a cell phone from her purse gave me and the man a glare-oops! I pretend not to notice, turning in the opposite direction, looking for the bus.
"What's taking that bus so long?" said the big man.(that's been translated, of course.)
"Who knows? Buses are almost always late." I said.
"So, where are you going?"
"To the train station, I'm here only for some work" He replied.
"Really? I live just five minutes away"
"Well, that means we'll be on the same bus" By now there was a small gathered, waiting for their buses.
The girl had just finished talking on her phone, it had appeared to be a heated conversation. She looked around, then said, "Which bus goes to the train station?. Excuse me?" I only realized that she was talking to me now, and I was a bit tired from standing in the sun. All I could manage was look that was a mix of fatigue and confusion. "Eh?" How can you mess up so badly?
"which bus is going to the train station?" She asked again, why she didn't give up on me I still don't know. "I'm going there too, so just wait for the bus that I will go on." I finally said.
"Thanks" she answered.
Then, coming around the bend, driving like any other respectable bus driver. Which is not very good. I looked at the number displayed on the board above the wind screen, and could just make it out. It was my bus.