A Not-So-Normal Day
This is something that happened last week during my midterm exams. I was waiting at the bus stop to get to the college. The many-fold increase in my finger tapping speed was cueing that I had already gotten late. Finally, I saw two large beams coming my way bearing the number 623. This bus was supposed to be a bit crowded but to my surprise, on that particular day, it wasn't. I hopped in and got in line to get the ticket. All of a sudden, I felt a little jerk from behind and within a blink of the moment, I was made like a football passing through a bunch of Barcelona midfielders. One of the midfielder with the tormenting breath was just up to my face and I can assure you, my nostrils have never gone through anything worst. And then the inevitable happened, a hand slipped into my front jeans pocket and my phone went phew!! Without giving any second thought to anything, I reached out and grabbed the hand of the person standing next to me. I asked him for my phone and he did