You enter bus feeling fresh and fly, ready for everything the day is going to bring.
The bus moves and the conductor starts asking for money. You check your pocket, and your money is gone.
You freeze. Check your pockets. Check your bag. Check everywhere. Check under your shoe, maybe you matched the money and one chewing gum you stepped on glued it there. Dude, its over. You have no money.
Impossible. It can’t be happening to you.
You start to question your own sanity. “But, I left the house with the money, I entered bus. I paid the conductor and then I came down…” Then it hits you. You forgot your change with the last conductor.
You start to wonder why bad things happen to good people. Your mind is weighing everything, trying to process it. Every time, your mind gives you one result: “You’re in deep shit.”
You are at the middle of 3rd Mainland Bridge and the conductor is already threatening to pursue you down, you start to imagine yourself trekking,
But you have not eaten today and you know you will faint midway.
Then someone beside you, says, “No worry, I go pay for am.” You look at the person to thank them but as you try to talk:
You start to wonder whether they are doing you from your village, or maybe God is punishing you for not giving beggar money a few hours ago. Or because you pushed someone while you were struggling to enter bus. Or maybe it is the meat you stole when you were 7 years old.
Finally, you reach your bus stop and come down.
Then you remember that you still have three more buses to arrive at your destination.