Everyone encounters a bustler-on his trail.There is a bustler in you and me.But who's an actual bustler.A bustler necessarily is not a hurry bury person but he's engaged literally always.He is a man with a purpose-but the purpose undefined.For him there is not a path to choose but it doesn't matter bustler's job is to move on-unheeded.He can make life out of shatters.
But bustler is not Mr.perfect but he strives to be perfect.He makes mistakes he loves mistakes as they teaches him something new.I am sure he is there among us unnoticed.He loves to be in the middle but not in the limelight.He loves loneliness with the same passion as friendliness.As the path is long he never stays more.He gives love without expecting it back.He may not have talked much but he observes everyone.
He loves to play but that doesn't mean all the life is a play for him.He explores his path in every moment.He may spare time to help the needy but he redraws the path to accommodate the kindness.Conquering is not his aim but exploring is his mission-yes man with a mission.A bustler loves success as failure.He mourns falls as meagrely as he rejoices ups.
He always has a hope-a ray of hope.All this makes him a bustler.Now look around there is a bustler humming a whistle somewhere around.Remember he pretends to be blind but he is not.
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