Tiredness has seeped right in my bones. The frequency of an air conditioned DTC bus is akin to the appearance of the Haley’s comet. Keep standing in the sun, sweating profusely, waiting endlessly. When the bus you have been waiting for FINALLY does deign to appear, it is crowded with humidity from sweat not water.
Now that i know for sure that a job related to engineering is just not a part of my future, I find my college classes to have turned fifty shades duller. I want to buy a new laptop, improve my typing speed and write. A lot. Yesterday, as part of The Daily Post challenge i had posted an old poem of mine which happened to fit perfectly. These past two years, my writing has been concentrated only on love. Be it poems, letters or journal entries, all are testimonies to my feelings. I wish to change that. I pledge to begin writing poetry like i did.
I am off to sleep.
Another day battling the buses and the masses awaits me.