u/Agreeable_Lead_6477

Whenever I see a dad buying things for his children or caring for them, I feel empty because I’ve never really experienced that kind of love. It’s not because I don’t have a dad. I do,but we were never very close or bonded.

I’ve always craved that kind of love.But for me it feels like a dream. Especially for girls, their dad is often their best friend. For me, it’s not like that.

Coming to the point,all I want to say is that those who experience this love are truly lucky. Give that love back, value it, and make him happy. Because what you have is someone else’s dream.

For the past two days, I’ve been travelling on the same bus. The fare to my destination is ₹20, so I usually hand the conductor ₹20&say “20,” and he gives me the ticket.

Yesterday, when I said “20,” he asked, “20 alle?” and I said yes.

Today, I’m sure he saw me getting into the bus, but when I tried to give him the money, he acted like he didn’t notice me. After a few stops, I went up to him, gave ₹20, and said “20.” This time, he asked, “18 aano?” I said no, it’s ₹20, and I clearly mentioned my destination as well.

Then he gave me the ticket along with ₹5 change. I didn’t understand what was happening. After reaching home, I checked the ticket and realized he had entered the wrong destination. Maybe that’s why he returned ₹5.

Now I’m confused—should I give that ₹5 back tomorrow? If I do, will it be awkward? I’m sure he saw me getting down at the ₹20 stop.(I don’t have the option of taking another bus, as this is the only direct one that reaches my destination on time)

This happened yesterday when I was writing for my college magazine. The content was related to a current affair (I can’t explicitly mention it), and I wrote it in a way that questioned the government. It was completely from my point of view.

After that, I read it to my mom. She asked why I was questioning the government and its actions. She was worried that it might affect me. At first, I didn’t take it seriously and told her it was just magazine content and not to worry.

Then she mentioned the “Rajan case” (for those who don’t know, just Google it). After hearing that, I felt uneasy and began to question my own writing. It happened years ago, but I still feel that even in our current situation, if such incidents occur, justice may not be fully served. To be honest, that made me rethink what I had written. It might sound unserious, but out of fear, I ended up changing and rewriting the content.

I just wanted to vent this out here and also hear your opinions. What do you feel about this?