There is a bus. But it is a special bus for me because it connects me to my college everyday. If not everyday, then at least four times a week. I was sitting in it.
:)
And then there was this terrible traffic jam at 'Dabri More' I thought I would definitely miss my first class today. I was right. When my friends asked why I was late, I said "I was stuck in a truck-jam".
A truck jam?
"Ohh sorry, a traffic jam I mean" I corrected my own sentence.
The same day, my dad was driving me to home and there was a big crane on the road, the cars, cycles, buses were all crawling . .coming close to each other. .
Dad asked me why there was a jam. .
I said suddenly without thinking, "Ohh Dad there is a big truck over there!"
A truck.
"It is a crane" he laughed at me. I felt so stupid. Where was I lost? Did I not know that it was not a truck. Of course I did! Stupid me.
Then five minutes later, dad exclaimed "Look at its height. . " pointing to the height of a big tempo that was passing by.
I should have kept quiet, but then I don't know what made to say "Wow, That is a huge TRUCK"
"What is up with you and truck today??"
I feel stupid.
In fact I am feeling stupid as this blog is coming to an end. Why did I have to write it here? Me and truck.
But then I think that the relation between me and truck could not be that stupid. It is not that stupid after all. It is quite natural. This truck thing can happen to anyone. Anytime.
And it is not stupid.
