Life's First Bus Trip

I'm writing this with coffee in one hand. This time of the morning is very nice- chirping birds and the cold, soothing winds. Everything is great until now, but everything is going to change, not for good. I would have to go to college, which is not so bad, but the bus trip to that! Aww!

When it is the first bus trip of your life, you get over-optimistic. Waiting for the bus at the stand fascinates you- to watch people alighting their bus, buses running past. The sound of the bus engine feels like a rock song and buying a ticket makes you feel like you are independent enough to be a tour guide. The wind through the window seems like an A.C. in a desert. Before this trip, you were like a newborn baby, being shown pictures of stations from where to board and alight.

As the days turn, the harsh reality which was always there but your sparkling eyes couldn't see, becomes visible. You become the biggest pessimist of this world. The rock band has turned into an irritating noise, to wait at the Stand feels like you are wasting your whole life there, and to buy a ticket in the crowd is so exhausting. The window, which was a source of fresh air, is now causing sinus and you return with a headache. Traveling is not a choice, but a demand of time, to get to that unseen bright future.