Daytime nearly comes to it's end. A cooler and milder wind kisses my face. Grey shades of clouds gently hugs the light purplish shade of thin small cloudlets signifying it's surrender. The thuds of shoe heel produced by the people who tirelessly comes and go wraped above the air and combines to the different loud rang of horns from vehicle passing at a time. One's eyes would be heavy after they'll saw lots of garbage thrown by those uneducated people around who doesnt know about GMRC. In a place that's not so clean, it will made you wrinkle your nose and sourly spit a hurtful words.
Today standing at the bus stop waiting silently for 6 minutes or so; after bidding goodbyes to my friends, before i go faraway, I recall a lot of things I wanted to say. But like you I can't say anything unnecessary.
