Thursday, 7:03am.

Clutch. Shift. Release. The engine revs.

The weather is a hybrid of chilly and sunny. You know like that one ex who you hate to love and love to hate? This was that type of weather. Mixed reactions. You can see the sun in front of you, on the horizon, peeping through the clouds. You cant tell if its crying out for help - in distress or a glimmer of hope. You shrug the thought aside. The first rays hit your face. Warm, rejuvenating, exquisite. Damn, that feels so nice. As the rays intensify, so does your annoyance. You adjust the "sun-shield". You mumble out a curse. You don't know why you are so grumpy. Maybe it was the coffee. It seemed a bit too bitter and tasteless. "I'll add more sugar next time"

7:05am

You've barely moved a meter. Traffic is unbearable. Javs are a menace. A two lane road suddenly fits 4 cars. Orderly and mannerly would've been the right approach you'd think. You get accustomed that those terms only make sense in a court house. Out here in the streets, its everyone for himself. Whoever has the loudest horn, sharpest brake and keenest of eyes takes the crown. On the side, taunted pedestrians trot along what were walk ways. Hop, step, jump, trying to evade puddles of water. They walk with so much pace and haste, sweat dripping on their faces. You wonder for a minute who's suffering more, You who has to endure the dreaded Eastern Bypass or them who fight blisters and aching feet in this brutal weather. I should stop comparing the two... of course you cant compare the two!! I am way worse. Leg muscle aches from all the braking, lower back cramps from sitting too long and boredom, yeah just boredom. Nothing beats that.

7:27am

You startle from your sleep. You had dozed off. This is now depressing. You turn down the radio, Kiss 100. Its the only channel on your stereo. There's nothing new going on. Just the same old conversations. A hamster wheel of ideologies. Failed marriages and gender roles,sprinkled with political insanity. They don't even try. Their range is similar to the IQ of a gold fish.

You are irritated. Everything upsets you of late. You'll get around it. You have to.