A Scene at a Bus Stand
Last Monday, I went to the local bus stand to see off my uncle. The bus stand was humming with life. It presented a cross - section of the Indian society. There were separate parking stands for different routes. There was a bus parked at each stand. Men behind the counters were issuing tickets. The conductors were shouting to attract passengers for their respective buses. Every passenger seemed to be in a great hurry. As soon as a bus was full, the conductor blew his whistle. The bus moved out of the stand. Another one immediately took its place. This activity was going on endlessly.