Short Story: Decker

He sat by the window to catch some fresh air which would soothe him up,
He was morose, exhausted and defeated as he recalled all the things that could have gone well.
Time was that blunt knife which he stabs himself continuously as a guilty pleasure. He was late again!
There were lot of people hovering above him, Hooting, cheering and fighting incessantly much to his dismay. Their symphony was his cacaphony.  Although he was stagnant he wasn't at rest, less rest had made him restless. The people above him just wouldn't stop for anything and he just wanted to shout shut the fuck up into their ears and blow their drum. Chivalry wasn't in his cavalry today.
He decided to put his mind at ease by leaning towards window, closing his eyes, while enjoying fresh breeze and dappled sunlight.
Suddenly everything around him started moving and the people hovering above him sat absolutely quiet as if he casted some spell on him. His lips started to murmur lines of his favorite song while his fingers and legs started to grove to the song. He was at bliss in his own abyss, he came alive.
His trance was suddenly put to halt, when conductor shouted "Ticket, Ticket" in his rough growling voice.
Travelling in double decker bus was his source of inspiration today and he got down with a beaming smile. He was as usual late to catch his regular bus but somehow he found solace in his decker.

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