One already. She'd never make it on time. Not that that was new. Maybe there was some point in all those new fangled time management classes and what not. She tried to imagine some alternate universe in which she was always on time. Every hair in place. No safety pins holding up any of her clothing. Nah! Didnt work. Her sense of identity would be lost. And her friends would probably be disoriented. To say nothing of her family! Imagine a universe in which her mum couldnt call her up and tut-tut disapprovingly at what a mess her life was. Or worse imagine her mum not having anything to say to all those aunties, no sentences beginning with " You'll never believe what Bablu's been upto now". Probably ruin her mum's life altogether. She chuckled to herself and noticed an aunty on the bus looking at her like she was mad. She hoped she hadnt been talking aloud again! She hated when that happened.