Within fifteen minutes inside the train, I managed to wriggle my body into in a corner Where I was jostled at every few seconds By commuters wanting to get off the next station Or patting my shoulder with repeated tap to move aside Or forming a group of their own in that square-space Like I had any choice , all I wished was to reach quickly As I finally got down, my spiked hair was flattened to the ends The ironed shirt wore a creased look One shoelace dangled midair while the other seemed to hold my ankle in a tight embrace I began to untie them and within a flash of minutes, I was at mercy of a clobber’s feet and passerby abuses. At a hurried pace, I climbed the steps and got off the scene I stood at the bus stop where people looked like they were awaiting for guests to arrive Few of them squabbled, some murmured in decibel qualified to join the bees gang I boarded the bus, putting my diving training perfectly to use Beads of sweat circled my forehead like a clear set of bejeweled crown I bought the ticket and stood in the aisle trying to hold the rod Coz the handles were thoroughly occupied by swarming palms all ready to play … game Balancing my feet somehow to the wobbly turns, I slapped my shirt straight with one hand While helping a passenger to get his ticket the next moment Finally, with great hustle, I got down from the bus Almost sprinting few metres ahead as the driver took off at nanosecond speed I walk for a while and then climb up to the place Holding the file, grooming myself neat and prepping up the speech in my head I find the door on the left with delicately placed words “Wonderlust Toors and Trawails- guaranteed memorable experiences” A vivid looking man informs, “ This place is closed, they have shifted to the other end!” With deep breath, I pick out my phone- One unread message “Our new office premises is at the West zone, see you soon” I led out a huge sigh looking at the bus ticket Reminding myself that "the first cut is the deepest". Prompt- Write on the sentence "the first cut is the deepest" interpreting it in any way you want or like, in prose or poetry or as a short story, but ending your piece with the sentence "the first cut is the deepest." Copyright©2020-12th May by Elvira Lobo (All rights reserved; unauthorized use prohibited) Disclaimer: The image(s) in the post are taken from Google. I don’t claim any of its rights.