A ride in a bus through a busy road in the evening Describe what you have seen during the ride and say whether or not you enjoyed while you were in
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It was crowded to the brim, yet the conductor said to the passengers standing on the bus stop “Khali hai, aajao, bohut jaga hai…,” (“It is empty, there is lots of space.”).
People ran after the fast running bus to cling to the handle even after seeing many people were still hanging out from the doors of the bus, they climbed and held the handle and hung just like Tarzan on trees. With the people cramming in the bus, the floor seemed to compress under their weight.
If someone asks how does a crowded bus smell, the answer is simple: obnoxious. It’s a mix of smoke, body odour, smell of grease, dust, and if someone is lucky enough, fading odour of perfume, all are found there. But the smell of sweat from soaked clothes dominates them all.
A bus stop came. A person from the front seat had to get down, and he pushed the crowd mercilessly, brushing aggressively against everybody and shouted (literally!) on the way, “Roak! Abbey roak!” (“Stop, stop!”) followed by one heavy bang on the metal door of the bus. The bus halted suddenly, everyone collided with each other.
And once the bus accelerated, the voice of a woman came from the ladies’ section, “Roako bhai!” (“Stop brother!”)
I wondered why this woman didn’t descend when the bus had stopped earlier! I heard driver muttering aggressively in some unfathomable language behind the woman.
The journey started again and a child started crying. The shrill voice of the crying child pierced through the ears, perforating the ear drums. Almost immediately, someone (probably the child’s mother) screamed, “Bus kar, chamat par jaigi!” (“Stop it, I’ll slap you!”)
The child stopped crying — I could not stop smiling at the grumpy kid who gave a very stern look at her mother. He looked just like an unpredictable volcano, which may erupt explosively, any moment.
Three seats ahead of where I was standing, an aged gentleman was sitting and he found that the guy sitting next to him was his classmate at primary school, and interjected joyfully on the discovery.
Just then, a cellphone rang and the owner of the phone took it out and started talking (rather, shouting), and a discussion on some cloth material started ....
A new person — a tough guy entered the bus making his way with a pair of very heavy shopping bags in his hands and dropped one carelessly on the floor which unfortunately landed on my foot. It felt like my foot was smashed under a bulldozer. Yes, because the bags contained something metallic in them.
I held my scream and wanted to hold my foot tightly to give it some gentle pat but as there was no space to even move, I stood there bearing it. You may think why I didn’t say anything to the person. Well this was because he was tall, heavy, with a big moustache and curly beard and curly hair. He looked like a villain right out of a Pakistani movie. So would you dare?
Just then I was pushed from behind and I tumbled to the person standing in front of me. He turned and said, “Andha hai?” (“Are you blind?”)
I replied, “Sorry bhai, vo dhaka…” (“Sorry brother, that push…”)
Another voice, “Hato, raasto do,” (“Move, give me some passage.”) and another push, and the person behind me collided with the hot-headed one in front of me, and this started a commotion.
Among the many voices and sounds around me, I heard the faint voice of the conductor calling out the name of the stop I had to get off. I hurriedly tore the crowd and made my way to the exit. The men were still fighting and abusing each other, while the others in the bus were enjoying their time by looking at the heated scene. The bus slowed down because of their fight which was now getting intense.
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Answer:
Bus rides may not seem so attractive. But bus rides can be beautiful too and we can make beautiful memories while travelling on bus. I was travelling in bus one evening. The bus is full of brown seats in rows. The seats are occupied by people. The mood of the evening was chill and cloudy. I get to sit in the window seat. The chill breeze touched my face and I felt ecstatic. The scenery outside was so good to eyes. The sun setting behind the mountains looked amazing. Inside the bus, I saw two school children. They were so excited on seeing the sunset. There was an old lady who board the bus at the 2nd street. One of the children let their seat for the old lady as there was not any seats left. Their humanity act stole my heart. So I enjoyed the ride in a busy road during evening.
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