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Travelling on the highway is fun.
Catching a bus to delhi,
All night, half asleep and half awake.
5.30 a.m.
Catching an auto to the bus stand, Dehradun. Summers and breeze in the morning. Got to catch up an important meeting at Delhi.
6.00 a.m.
A.C. bus is not in sight. Caught up five miles away, in trees uprooted last night in the storm. Boarded a deluxe, still happy for a just comfortable journey in May. Dozing off, the bus speeds up. Someone to catch a flight at three, someone to catch a train at seven.
9.20 a.m.
Suddenly the bus swirls to right. 'oooh', a girl sitting ahead croons. 'Run run, he is dead', I look back, a body lying on the ground, with his cycle on top, all in blood, the bus speeds away.
9.21 a.m.
The bus is parked near a police station. The driver and the conductor are inside, sitting patiently for the sub inspector.
Someone to catch a flight at two, someone a train at seven, what if they miss it. I, to attend the meeting, can we board another bus? The conductor should come and help us.
10.16 a.m.
Two buses are coming; the first stops, and is crowded. Suddenly, the second bus is eyed, AC Volvo. The crowd leaves the first bus and surrounds the other. I manage to get a seat. Everyone is happy for a comfortable ride to Delhi. The flight will be caught in time and so the train. I can attend the meeting too.
10.20 a.m.
The ac bus leaves with the new passengers, in animated conversation, animatedly trying to doze off. There is a curtain on the hind windshield. Did I see anyone trying to look back for the fallen bicycle and its rider?
Catching a bus to delhi,
All night, half asleep and half awake.
5.30 a.m.
Catching an auto to the bus stand, Dehradun. Summers and breeze in the morning. Got to catch up an important meeting at Delhi.
6.00 a.m.
A.C. bus is not in sight. Caught up five miles away, in trees uprooted last night in the storm. Boarded a deluxe, still happy for a just comfortable journey in May. Dozing off, the bus speeds up. Someone to catch a flight at three, someone to catch a train at seven.
9.20 a.m.
Suddenly the bus swirls to right. 'oooh', a girl sitting ahead croons. 'Run run, he is dead', I look back, a body lying on the ground, with his cycle on top, all in blood, the bus speeds away.
9.21 a.m.
The bus is parked near a police station. The driver and the conductor are inside, sitting patiently for the sub inspector.
Someone to catch a flight at two, someone a train at seven, what if they miss it. I, to attend the meeting, can we board another bus? The conductor should come and help us.
10.16 a.m.
Two buses are coming; the first stops, and is crowded. Suddenly, the second bus is eyed, AC Volvo. The crowd leaves the first bus and surrounds the other. I manage to get a seat. Everyone is happy for a comfortable ride to Delhi. The flight will be caught in time and so the train. I can attend the meeting too.
10.20 a.m.
The ac bus leaves with the new passengers, in animated conversation, animatedly trying to doze off. There is a curtain on the hind windshield. Did I see anyone trying to look back for the fallen bicycle and its rider?
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