08: 30's Naihati local,
That’s what I target daily,
I end up running to catch the 9: 05 local,
07: 30 morning wake up,
That’s what I think of doing daily.
I end up having a couple of 5 min snaps after 7: 30.
It’s such a struggle to wake up in time.
It’s just too tough to compete with time,
Finally when my eyes open,
I start racing against time.
Minutes behave as if they are seconds,
The clock starts playing all d fast forward games.
I start getting ready, with just half an hour at hand,
22 minutes is what it takes me to be ready.
8 minutes is what it takes to be in front of the train.
Barely after stepping out the house,
I realize I left my cell back home,
I start speeding back to fetch the cell
My search for the cell leaves me fuming,
Just when I find it in the bag which I was carrying.
The clock had struck 35 past 8
8: 30 local is out of my reach now.
I start moving towards the bus stand in the laziest way possible.
I am pretty confident of catching the 9: 05 local now.
I reach the stand at 8: 45,
Wow that’s 20 minutes before the train arrives again.
Just as I start feeling punctual,
The wait for the bus starts haunting me again,
I had been at the stand for the last five minutes,
Not a single bus or auto passed by.
Every passing second now starts killing me.
Luckily an auto came in my vicinity,
My hands started waving round
The Auto didn’t bother to stop around.
Thankfully a bus was just behind.
It came near with a thundering sound
I reach the stop with 30 seconds in hand
Walking lazily would cost me a miss again
Sprinting like Carl Lewis saves me 10 seconds
But still I’ve got no relief,
Now I’ve to start my search for that elusive seat.
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