Im on a journey from point A to B
A journey that will be boring and sort of srupid.
Now there’s many possibilities for going from A to B
I could board a train
I could catch a bus
I could drive
I could ride
I could walk
I could teleport
Or i could not go at all
I chose the second one ( No ₹₹₹₹ lulz)
So i went to Kashmiri gate
I looked for a volvo
I found it
It was full
I boarded an “ordinary bus”
According to the Fuckworth and screwit formula
I looked at the date in me watch
7th Feb 2015
That Holds some significance
I made a call, and it was great.
I Got in the blue tinted blues wagon.
Apparently the blue guy with blue house and the blue window belongs here.
I talked to her.
I realized something, something i somehow always realize.
I forgot it.
And now im writing fir no apparent reason
“insert emotional quote here”
We gave such a short tenure in the cockpit of existance its funny how easily we can let the good times slip by
Im complaining about being in a shitty bus
While i could be appreciating the value of the fresh sweat infused air constantly making me regret my life’s decisions