My daily routine changed once I wanted to update a novel based on ture (?) words. Five years later it was the same story. I caught the bus but on a different route. I observed that he knew me, but I ignored him because we didn't know each other after five years. But it was so cool. He stood up from his seat and the main door and the mirror was front of him. He saw me and around me no one was there. Half an hour later I was reached my destination I was standing up from my seat as I got down. And I felt like Iwas seeing me from behind. I caught the second bus and finally I reached my office. On this day it felt like the novel "Pride and Prejudice." It's my story. I am making my own beautiful path.