Essays

It was a festival season. I had to go to Delhi for an interview. I reached the bus stop. There was a large crowd. It was an ordeal to get into the bus. There was a lot of elbowing and jostling first of all, I could hardly get into; I had to hang on the foot- board for some time. My perch was so precarious that I felt like falling. After a great difficulty and struggle I moved in. The bus was packed to suffocation. I was feeling all the time giddy. I felt a queezed and crushed. The sight of other passengers was no better. The plight of ladies and children was too deep for tears. I thanked God that I was alive.