Journey by a Crowded Bus
crowd in bus
One evening, I had to go to my village. I travelled by a bus. Inside the bus, it was all crowded. There was no room to stand even. Only a few could jostle their way in. Others climbed on to the roof of the bus. I, too, was one of them. The bus started slowly. Soon it caught speed. Strong currents of air began to beat against our faces. It became hard to keep our eyes open. Particles of dust blew into them and it gave much pain. Every now and then, we had to bend down to save ourselves from the overhanging branches of the trees. We got terrible jerks whenever the bus moved a little to the right or left. The initial thrill of the speed was all gone. Now I felt that if speed thrills, it kills also. I also felt how dangerous tt was to travel on the roof of a bus. I heaved a sigh of relief when the bus reached the bus stop of our village.