My street at 6:43 A.M is a lot prettier than what my phone can capture.
I wait to hear the familar rumbling of the city bus but it's late. It's always late the days I'm early.
Also eight Asian people have walked past me in the past four minutes. Did I miss the memo about a new bus stop at our neighbourhood? I'm tempted to ask where they are going.

Six minutes later
I am on the bus. Music from aadhavan is playing and I quite enjoy the music except during parts where the lyricist thought it was ok to substitute words with random warblings and 'rap' which sounds like it's been performed by one of the sidey extras.
The old man from my 4:20 bus has stolen my spot at the back. I think he realized because as I was swiping my card he fidgeted around quite nervously.
I forgive you today. Tomorrow I want my seat.