rush in life

short story

I looked at distant, far from road one bus seemed approaching. I could feel movement in isolation. This was unusual. It was hard to differentiate them because next moment everything got changed. Those who looked steady started fumbling. Those who was enjoying started hesitating. Old man was jumping and young was cautious and lazy. I too looked awkward in this situation when i followed them. i have no person to appreciate, no rule to follow.  No age to hide and no time to stay back. I  too rushed, try to get them back to hold my seat conform in bus. As it was not bus it was life.