Public Transport Everyday, on my way to work on the bus where I can see different people whom I don't know. Everyone has astory that might be hidden inside while the other can be heared through screaming and fighting on phone. At that time, I ask myself how can we live the same life with different emotions and perceptions then I tell myself ,that's life, with a great desire to draw agood life. Day by day , meeting same people not physically but same characters that can affect your behaviour while you try to calm a woman or to help an old one.