As i took a mode of transport

As i took a mode of transport

As i took a mode of transport that could take me to Subroto Park and from there to a place near Airport Dwar, the shuffling at SP was inevitable given the layer of buses carrying passengers subjected to different wear and tear. Bus Number 729 was supposed to ply and was seen successfully plying and i summoned the courage to board. Inside the bus insider trading was least expected as most people were glued to their world that had yet not been wasted. One commuter was seen shouting on a cell on how he hoped to reach destination in a bus with a low floor.

Nation first always and every time was the signboard i came across and this was appropriate for every soul and car. But there were cars on the way and yet to be stranded who wanted to inch ahead of others and in this melee some being successful and some being not that resourceful. One flight could be seen descending and how clear the weather was and the setting. Before i could access Mahipalpur traffic junction there were hordes of hotel that could easily accommodate any number if they had slashed their tariff sensation. The walk past M'pur and those waiting on the side to undertake other tour and not necessarily involving a guide led me next to a hotel and a highway and i reached my destination with some cars emerging from driveway.
The return was swift and complete and this time round the bus to Sector 1 R K Puram was no less than fun. With more visible seats than visible men and machines, the seat i took handed me a clear shoot. Traffic was not to the proportion of men on roads of which some were straying but visibly happy enough not to be stranded.
Stranded positioning had least visibility in Sec.1 as the next bus came with not enough ton. As it swirled towards Africa Avenue there was one commuter who wanted to seek direction towards Man Singh and beyond. And this led to eruption-cum-elevation of emotional form.