A time just for living
10:00 am This is the third bus that I have missed, I am really on edge seriously(class starts at 11) whatever fury hell sends me this time I am gonna grab it.
No wonder I don't take anyone's advice when I travel, traveling in my case is boarding a bus from my home and booking myself for a minimum of an hour and a half journey and as expected the maximum doesn't exist.
I don't hurry down at first, I search for someone known certainly not inside the bus but along the roadside and it is not until the bus crosses my neighborhood that I finally start looking for a seat desperately. And of course how can one forget the constant palpitations you suffer as and then and in a rush you check all of your pockets as if all of your belongings are there eh pickpockets!!
Since I travel at different times and with a different mood, hence every time I come out of that bus I am enveloped in a different feeling. The feelings vary, they are sometimes being angry as hell or sometimes I miss my stand sleeping in the corner seat at back not exactly with eyes closed but certainly with three out of my five senses blanked. I encounter different people,people with sometimes similar faces such that I even fail to distinguish one trip from another and if you ask me how that day was like? and surprisingly enough I wouldn't come up with something that could distinguish one of my journeys to another but all I remember is events, people sometimes angry people, people with different stories and all sorts of luggage on their back, initially I used to categorize them, I would utter them all sorts of abuses for what they looked like, how they behaved and why they cursed every one and any one for no reason or any reason, but soon I found myself one among them and then gradually I changed mostly for the reason that I found them helplessly dependent on the same bus on whose very existence (maybe I am flattering a bit) but when I say that I travel than it's not only some sick reason for me to reach a destination, It becomes a part of you and no matter how much you don't care, I just end up being one of them who spend a good third part of the day when they're not sleeping inside that same bus, no obviously not every one sometimes they come with their families with women and children, women mostly cover themselves with bright green, red or all sorts of weird color that some newly-wed uses.Children are always a nuisance, they just don't seem to keep up their food inside their stomachs and often end up throwing out right inside bus on the floor.
So evidently it becomes interesting that how did the journey go?, what happened?, though odd it is but one rarely notices a routine in a bus they just don't go as planned.
12:30 pm The professor just mentioned something about operation management and string diagrams, wonder why don't they teach us about them whom I just met, maybe I'll be making buses but I don't know anything bout the commuters.
And here is "The Green Leaves of Summer" by the Brothers Four
No wonder I don't take anyone's advice when I travel, traveling in my case is boarding a bus from my home and booking myself for a minimum of an hour and a half journey and as expected the maximum doesn't exist.
I don't hurry down at first, I search for someone known certainly not inside the bus but along the roadside and it is not until the bus crosses my neighborhood that I finally start looking for a seat desperately. And of course how can one forget the constant palpitations you suffer as and then and in a rush you check all of your pockets as if all of your belongings are there eh pickpockets!!
Since I travel at different times and with a different mood, hence every time I come out of that bus I am enveloped in a different feeling. The feelings vary, they are sometimes being angry as hell or sometimes I miss my stand sleeping in the corner seat at back not exactly with eyes closed but certainly with three out of my five senses blanked. I encounter different people,people with sometimes similar faces such that I even fail to distinguish one trip from another and if you ask me how that day was like? and surprisingly enough I wouldn't come up with something that could distinguish one of my journeys to another but all I remember is events, people sometimes angry people, people with different stories and all sorts of luggage on their back, initially I used to categorize them, I would utter them all sorts of abuses for what they looked like, how they behaved and why they cursed every one and any one for no reason or any reason, but soon I found myself one among them and then gradually I changed mostly for the reason that I found them helplessly dependent on the same bus on whose very existence (maybe I am flattering a bit) but when I say that I travel than it's not only some sick reason for me to reach a destination, It becomes a part of you and no matter how much you don't care, I just end up being one of them who spend a good third part of the day when they're not sleeping inside that same bus, no obviously not every one sometimes they come with their families with women and children, women mostly cover themselves with bright green, red or all sorts of weird color that some newly-wed uses.Children are always a nuisance, they just don't seem to keep up their food inside their stomachs and often end up throwing out right inside bus on the floor.
So evidently it becomes interesting that how did the journey go?, what happened?, though odd it is but one rarely notices a routine in a bus they just don't go as planned.
12:30 pm The professor just mentioned something about operation management and string diagrams, wonder why don't they teach us about them whom I just met, maybe I'll be making buses but I don't know anything bout the commuters.
And here is "The Green Leaves of Summer" by the Brothers Four
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