Those days were the most adorable and explicable days of Samanta’s life. She used to make herself busy from the moment she got up from  dreamless sleep. Her daily schedule involved reaching bus-stop around 7:30Am and boarding  her special ride(city bus) provided by a comfortable seat and an open window(which can be occasionally closed) which brings icy cold breezes caressing her unprotected parts of body (from warm clothes).She was sensitive to cold but she never left a chance to experience the numb feeling and formation of goose bumps on her hand due to cold climate.

It was a long ride . Early morning ride on deserted roads made long distance rides short one. She had to change three busses before reaching her stop. While covering the small walk to get her last bus she used to play a game which amused her a lot. The game involved a player and stop clock. Player has to start stop clock and measure time taken to reach her destination. It was like to ensure herself to lift up her spirits and also not get bored of her daily routines.(Its not to kill time but just a game played physically than playing it on computer or any electronic device.)

Rest of her day was spent in classes which were her more favorite hours. Day turned into mid-day and then into night followed by sunset. Every night comprised of her rushing towards bus-stop to catch a bus and getting down the very next stop. Their was a little walk which was spent looking at the big complexes which looked like matchboxes placed one above the other and looking at the costumes displayed in the showrooms and watching everyone on the road. Other half of walk was a very brisk walk passing by a movie hall and this place was not the one to walk slowly to admire it. She used to cross it by clenching her fists tight enough ,ready  for something dreadful. She would get into the next bus and hurry to catch the last bus of her journey.

She used to talk to her friends on cell phone and describe new things which she has noticed and everything was fun to her. Samanta never cared about other people on the bus who might hear her high pitch conversations with her friends. Sam[samanta] was more of a careless lady who liked to be in her privacy when ever she want to be by drawing a invisible partition between herself and the world.

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