A girl in a bus..

Slowly the crowded bus taking its pace and begins to march towards its destination. Rimi sneaking through the window, while blowing winds from the window repeatedly playing with her hairs. Even though it's wicked nature she tends to like the breeze. Even moments ago her whole body was tired to its last point she can bear. It seems the breeze let it fade away. As if the winds whispering her " not yet my dear, you still have a long road to go"

In this past five years she learned one thing precisely, that the things which are admired in a minscule amount are the most valuable things we can have. Our family, our friends, our schools - colleges and every normal things a human perform. But often humans forget to admire this things, but once life takes it away, they moves towards insanity. Because without a doubt accept those things, a human hardly anything to live for..

" Hey you , its Barshapara stoppage"

She slowly stepped out of the bus.. and feet rolled through a narrow boulovered with deam lights of dusk..

then then her mind remind herself she left her beg in the bus. Along with the purse inside that.. its gone..

With the heavy heart she fall down to her knees. Tears of agony begins to flow from her eyes . In her head she thought how can be one could have so much misery and hardship...