Ah, the unpredictable commute—it's the himshok of uncertainty, isn't it? A long journey you can plan your adda or your thoughts around, but an erratic one leaves you stranded in a waiting that feels like government office lines. For me, working from my Siliguri verandah, the stress would be in the stolen time, not the counted minutes. My specific worry is the afternoon glare on my law books; a "short, unpredictable" delay in the postman's arrival with my son's textbook parcel means I lose my one precious hour of clear eyesight. The long wait I can adjust my cha around; the uncertain one snatches the only light I have.
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