As usual I woke up late. So typical of me. Still managed to reach Fatima Nagar bust stop by 8.30. Engineers efficiency, it has to be.
It's my first day to office and I couldn't afford to get late. Like all others at the bus stop I too waited for my bus. Anxiety and restlessness kept on building with time. I just flipped my hand and checked time on my watch. The realisation that I had the luxury of extra time allowed me to extend my glance, to the hustling and yet so self obsessed surroundings. The bus stop is crowded. Mostly with younger generation, of all kinds. Pune is restless, as much as her relatively younger population. And all her daughters are pretty. Still she manages to remain submerged in her own subtle busy business. Busy city and busy people .