The bus hit a road block enunciating the roller coaster ride it was offering to its passengers. Inder's eyes opened up at the right moment to save his head from banging to the front seat, he swore in foul language berating the bus, driver, his driving, the roads and to all the reasons which compelled him to board this bus of all the things. He checked his watch to see that it was just 5.00 a.m. He looked out his window to see that the surrounding nature was just awakening from its slumber. The night of rain had refreshed the whole place and the smell of wet soil was mesmerizing. Inder wiped his glasses and put them on, gathered his sweater much tighter and decided to forgo his feeble attempts to rest on this bus from hell and decided to watch the beautiful morning passing through his windows instead. After a few minutes the conductor was trying to awaken passengers reminding them that their destination is near, when he came near Inder, he asked the conductor at ...
There is story in every one of us. A touch of madness which drives us. My thoughts may be random. But I thrive in my madness :)