Oh no...Fred-e AGAIN!

Fred–e has taken the bus, Scheduled Departure Time – 12 : 30. He keeps shifting between reading his book and listening his music (the charge level indicator shows one-stick which is to say its gonna last for approx an hour...naheeein. What is Fred-e to do when its dead!!!! Fred-e kya hoga? The hour hand is 'in-between' 3 and 4 while the minute hand points to 6. 15: 30 is the time it said). Fred-e decides to sleep after pouring out water from his eyes. The journey is on.

Fred-e wakes up and checks for the place first and then the time. He looks out and says to himself, “I'm crossing western ghats”. He looked for the time. It was 18:40. I'm traveling through the twilight hour.

The hills far-off look worn out. The gray clouds descend from the sky and blanket the mountains – partially. The rain drops keep hitting the glass window, not in a continuous fashion though. The dark lord casts his shadow over the place pushing the light away but not before passing a message “Light Light! Come another day”. The time moves on. Fred-e looks at the place and sees a house, lit by bulb. The bulb might be of 40W. He wonders if there are people living in there and if there are any??? How on earth do they live with a single lit bulb (If the reader is saying that it might be a fodder or cattle house, Fred -e would say, I SAW IT CORRECTLY. IT WASN'T THAT). The bus moves on and Fred-e catches a glimpse of another 'human' house but this time there was no bulb. There was no light source. That definitely must be a ghost house! The place which the bus passed through had few shops around and few houses. Life must be very hard here.

Fred-e wonders as to why everytime he has to go thro' this route always? What Fred-e didn't realise is that this is the ONLY route that could connect by road to his place. Fred-e was blank...like always.

The road to nowhere!

Twilight embracing the evening space, clouds having a time with their presence over the head and crying their heart out like the brainless characters of sas-bahu soaps, people rushing past to occupy seats for themselves and their 'dear' ones for the cozy ride to home from a remote place. Amidst these people, we have our friend Fred-e walking with his music plugged-in while the entire 'cloud' family continues to cry and shed their tears over him. Fred-e gets into the bus and to his astonishment, finds a seat. People rush past him and observes that no one is willing to sit next to him and guess what he thanks the passengers for doing so, letting he and his backpack occupy the respective seats. Meanwhile, it seems like a severe tragedy has struck the 'cloud' parivaar. How did Fred-e know this? they were crying heavily which led him to conclude. He found it hard to figure out the nature of tragedy and felt it would be a secret buried for eternity.

The driver starts the engine and the bus comes to life, ready to leave its stop. Fred-e wasn't sitting on the seat close to the window and since no one chose, he decides to shift right leaving his backpack to occupy the other. Fred-e clears the moisture off the window to have a look outside with his music plugged-in listening to athlete, eric clapton, queen and other singles. The surrounding was gloomy and Fred-e hated that, Fred-e loves rains back home but for some absurd reason he hates it here as long as there is nothing to take his mind away from the gloominess. Fred-e was watching the rain pour down heavily and looking how potholes rendered their service as water container but of course, the water never to be used for meaningful purpose(s) known. Fred-e had a flashback of the times gone by. Football in school, watching a picturesque view of nature and also remembering the pretty girl once upon a time he had a huge crush on. Well, that seems so pointless, the time is gone. There's nothing you can do about it Fred-e. Everything is just a memory now buried deep in the neurons and perhaps decide to come out of the casket on the days when the 'cloud' family members come out in open and shed their tears. Fred-e has been criticized by his colleagues for his addiction to his music gadget but Fred-e doesn't bother about it because it's he and only he who knows how it kills his boring time and prevents him from being morose while others choose to be silent and work non-stop. Fred-e finds this amusing but understands it. All the thoughts rush thro' his mind and decides to give it all up and talk to his friends in other places.