Everyone in his life experiences some incidents good or bad. There may be the happiest, the saddest or the funniest incident in one's life. One Sunday morning I received an invitation from a friend of mine. I got up early in the morning and started preparing myself. My mother gave me a cup of tea early in the morning. Then I took my bath, and got ready. My mother then again asked me to take some snacks and tea but I refused to take as I was very anxious in getting to my friend's house. She kept insisting me to take a heavy breakfast but I did not care for it. I walked out to the Bus Stop. Soon a bus came and I got into it and asked the conductor for a ticket for Cant. The conductor frowned at me saying "This bus is not going to Cant. It s going in the reverse direction, you can get down at the next stop and catch another bus." I was baffled for some time at this sudden bit of information. Then I alighted from the bus and again waited for the next bus for Cant. I boarded the bus and reached Cant. But when approached my friend's house, the door of his house was all locked up and closed. I was wondering whether I had come to the right place. As I was gazing and pondering, a neighbor of my friend came and asked me, "Why are you standing here? Do you want to meet someone?" I replied. "Yes, I want to see Ahmad , a friend of mine living in this house. He replied "He has moved house on Wednesday and has gone to bosan road." I came back to the bus stop. I was feeling thirsty and hungry. Soon it started drizzling. I thought for a while that I had refused my morning breakfast in the hope that I would take it at my friend's house. At this stage my anger was mounting. I was cursing myself as well as my fate, I was soaking wet and instead of going home, I made up my mind to meet Ahmad, come what may. An idea hit me. I telephoned one of my friend and asked Ahmad’s address. I rang the
Everyone in his life experiences some incidents good or bad. There may be the happiest, the saddest or the funniest incident in one's life. One Sunday morning I received an invitation from a friend of mine. I got up early in the morning and started preparing myself. My mother gave me a cup of tea early in the morning. Then I took my bath, and got ready. My mother then again asked me to take some snacks and tea but I refused to take as I was very anxious in getting to my friend's house. She kept insisting me to take a heavy breakfast but I did not care for it. I walked out to the Bus Stop. Soon a bus came and I got into it and asked the conductor for a ticket for Cant. The conductor frowned at me saying "This bus is not going to Cant. It s going in the reverse direction, you can get down at the next stop and catch another bus." I was baffled for some time at this sudden bit of information. Then I alighted from the bus and again waited for the next bus for Cant. I boarded the bus and reached Cant. But when approached my friend's house, the door of his house was all locked up and closed. I was wondering whether I had come to the right place. As I was gazing and pondering, a neighbor of my friend came and asked me, "Why are you standing here? Do you want to meet someone?" I replied. "Yes, I want to see Ahmad , a friend of mine living in this house. He replied "He has moved house on Wednesday and has gone to bosan road." I came back to the bus stop. I was feeling thirsty and hungry. Soon it started drizzling. I thought for a while that I had refused my morning breakfast in the hope that I would take it at my friend's house. At this stage my anger was mounting. I was cursing myself as well as my fate, I was soaking wet and instead of going home, I made up my mind to meet Ahmad, come what may. An idea hit me. I telephoned one of my friend and asked Ahmad’s address. I rang the