Travelling in a bus after two decades.

Travelling in a bus after two decades. Life has changed a lot these days. I could have started this again long back and saved some cash last couple of years, but something stopped me. Don't know what it exactly was. I was forbidded to travel by public transport after I got married  I had stopped travelling by metro rail or AC Bus, so travelling by normal public bus was out of question. I had to even take the car to go to the local Bank as I was not allowed to walk on the streets of my in laws locality. Gone are those  days and gone that lifestyle. That time I did not understand that this wont last two decades even. Within 8 to 10 years live started changing. I am staring at the people around me and thinking .. does people belonging to my status travel this way.. and I know the answer YES. I can find some servant class women siting beside me. Some sub standard men sitting before me. Some college student gossiping nearby. Does people belonging to my class travel by this kind of bus. Now comes the question why i am here. Why am i not on an ola / uber or our private car. Yes, not in our car because the papers of the car and not up to date. Insurance failed, road taxes not paid even this month the registration failed. .last when i travelled i could find people off all standard in the bus. Got now things are different. People who can afford ola uber dont travel in public buses If they are in hard cash or save some. They would rather travel on an Ola Bike. I have never tried that but i think that mode of transport is more common in middle class people. Not only men and boys  even young girls and mid aged women have started availing that mode of transport. 

Spelling mistakes on diary are not marked red.

Diary is a person's best friend. You can write whatever you want and there is no one who corrects your writing for spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes. There are no red pen writing on it. :) while writing this I just remember.. I started writing diary from my young school days.. every night I used to write down what special things happened.. I used to write when no one were around and I used to hide the diary in a secret place. One day my grandmother told me that I should rectify my english grammar. When I asked her, where has she seen those mistakes. She proudly said that it was on my diary.. oh no.. she has read my diary pages.. then I thought of a new place to hide my little diary.

My Secret Diary Pages