The traffic slows down to a crawl, and a collective sigh exudes from the passengers all around.
Not from you.
All I hear from you is a rhythmic, peaceful succession of breaths emanating from the small gap between your lips. Your world is neither here with me, nor the world out there where smog clearly lines the sky or the honking of a horn from an occassional car or bus or jeep. It is deep within you, your world of rest, where you temporarily escape to, to recapture your energy, to revitalize your soul and to find calmness that you can rarely find in the city, in the waking world.
By resting your head on me and laying eyes on you, I find the same peace.
In you, I am home.