An Auto Ride

An Auto Ride A shuttle auto ,we were all into, a student passenger leapt in. Agglutinated her ears to the air pod, eyes wide on the screen. A small distance auto rickshaw it was. But she kept busy ,wishpering and blushing, time to time a smile popped flashing. In between annoyed for some cause, Pretended to be,to the one over the pods. Her destination arrived in a while, lost she was on her mobile. When the driver called “Nager Bazar”, once, twice, then the third time. The damsel had not committed a crime. Just that,she didn’t hear until shaken. Lost she was, in her world of heaven. Oops! Yet she didn’t realise, until she felt the jerk. Looked upon by every eye. Cut the line in embarrassment, hurriedly paid to the driver, in decent. Got down, and back to the talk. Aah ,what I thought it was, A life without phone, Could be a life long gone.