the journey.

I was early to the station, but I met a crowd of passengers, all lined up for what I wanted; they wouldn't lend me kindness. Amidst the long cue, I screwed my self, and like a shrew's fragrance, I accrued till i was stock, face to face with ma travel ticket, yet my hands were so short to grasp it.                                                               Let me pass! Let me pass! But it fell on deaf ears... They want what I want. Just then, I held up my feet. Firmly I kicked, and my fist pooled and the dust cooled. Your ticket? Yes! I answered.                                                           "You folks must be wicked," I had complained. "I long for my family this weekend, but you wouldn't let me journey in merry." I got no response to my  comment as I occupied a seat. Thence, the journey moved, and we too moved along with it. On and on, and... Can't recall what happened afterwards. It was just a mirage; a day-dream. But at least, I slept with