spacetime change

took off a bus quiet unwillingly, till i reached here. my unwillingness accompanied no terrific reason, except that i wanted a spacetime change. this very thought of breaking one's own inertia is at times intimidating, for me atleast. the bus too, quiet unwilling, as it was, was struggling to keep itself unaffected by those roads, with not so many humps, first the passengers doubted the roads, then the driver's abilities and finally the bus itself, whose seats almost were moving in accordance with their busser self.
And the nights auto driver who demanded for 30 and got it paid started to gossip about his brother's habitual drinking that ruined him. and so he was taking care of his brother, who went down to get something from the auto i was going in, and who had previously scared his brother's passengers like he scared me, by repeatedly demanding 50 rs.. his brother all-sad was genuinely looking for a sort of telling-it-off to someone. so was i there.
and just now it was, as it sometimes does, tried to rain. and thats the only reason why i came out in search of rain.. with its disappointment, since it didnot rain, i am here. here waiting for all sorts of godots.. and the secret remains undisturbed like all nice secrets of the world, and the secret is.. haha its a secret and you'd know if i ve ever told you, like i did..