Its difficult you see

Waking up has become a herculean task nowadays,unwillingly i wake up every morning by 6:30 am , grab a tea and look outside my balcony, and soon i will hear a horn, a peep , looking down ,it was the "city bus" following it's unusual timing. "Unusual" because sometimes its arrives too early and sometimes it too late, on the less traveled  Dangrina road , confusing and often infuriating daily commuters .I get ready and start my day.Waiting has become a  part of my routine, so i stand near the electric pole  with the board signed "BUS STOP HERE". Following  the curvy road  finally  it arrives , today it was the new collector , a young lad in mid twenties with well pomaded  hair smiles and  opens the door . He asked  me weather i have a ticket or not to which answered yes. The bus continued its journey, as i sit near the window,giving myself a visual feast , i wish i could travel  forever.Soon the bus become a locomotive hub of social gossips, with all type of people getting in ,the collector who seemed well polished while opening door like a dignified urbane man shortly after four or five stops was seen fighting ," Its rule " he shouts, at the man  trying to  get on the bus at taba stop. Angry,irritated  yet alert he tries best to stop passenger from the overcrowding bus. " Its difficult you see  " he comments after closing the door.

Rest of my journey i was comprehending on what the collector said because someday's despite having tickets i have to wait, and waiting in this cold is difficult and struggle doesn't end here competing to get in bus is difficult , once you get in getting seat is very difficult , followed by standing for 30 minutes after tiring day is difficult ,but out of all of this difficulties after getting in suddenly , the  ticket collector ask you to get out  just because the number of passenger exceeded leads to disappointment, some people started fighting with the collector , making the situation difficult for him.Suddenly  there was jerk, and the bus stopped and i found myself at bus station, it was already 8:30.I got out of the bus,and as i stood some paces away and looked down the station i saw people rushing to get in the bus ,"its difficult, you see ".

change

  

Well i stopped writing , because "writing isn't easy, a series of yes and  no's, do's and dont's of  english grammer, no wonder one tend to lose out what  one intends to be meant "  that is what i would preferably say if asked ,laminating my laziness  up-to the height of concealing .

If asked why,  write again ? may be then i wont be able confute much with battle of conflicted mind and the truth may sputter out like ,"well you see , months has been over i haven't penned down what i feel ,and life past few months have been a revolution for me , time just slips away without me noticing how? i wont have noticed , may be never  thought about it , if it wasn't chills of ending autumn and arriving winter make me cover myself way up my office , if it wasn't the gleaming sun rays which enters my window by 10 am seems to delay its arrival , if it wasn't the landlady  of house behind my office screaming her son  for increase in electricity bills , for forgetting to put off geyser .last year same time,same date, i was busy preparing for my second last semester projects  and this time i am sitting on my designated seat writing report. You see , how much difference of increment of year for 2014 to 2015 have brought in my life. So, as i was going through my old email id , i saw few poems , few unended stories written , so i decided as time does it work to pass without  giving a notice i will write so as to  set a reminder that  when i look back i know ,i lived every moment.