Its a new world

The dreaded night finally arrives. Am completely drained by the journey with a mountain on my back. The express decides its time for games and delays my dreamy journey to a nightmarish one. I reach a new land, a new setup, new people, new weather but the same old chaos.
The god forsaken ride gave yet another glimpse of the wannabe Schumachers in our country. Reaching my Mecca, life just got a little more interesting. Queuing theory put into perfect practise is what I witnessed. But there was a sense of longing, a sense of protection in my surroundungs. The laid-back aura was perfectly complimented by an insatiable urge to learn, to witness the transformation within.
Then came Sunday, the day when the most enterprising ones became the most oblivious ones. I just had another experience of being among the insects that fill up any hole, any crevice they find. My skin melted on me. I had a feeling probably similar to a snake's when it sheds off its skin. With livid eyes all the way, I finally reached my waterhole. The world changed again!
I felt so much better. I felt welcomed, felt at home. This was all the more alluring as it came to me after several days. I left heavier and rejuvenated. Now I was ready to see the monsters off. My ride was magically smooth, and my vehicle surprisingly supportive.
I am back in the game! Hey dear 'we', watch out for me :)