A Visit To A Bus Station. You can find Previous Year Descriptive Essay Topics asked in ICSE board exams.
Descriptive Essay Topic – A Visit To A Bus Station
Need to undertake a bus journey
- The scene at the bus stand
- An interesting incident
- Settled down for the journey
Resolved never to travel long distance by bus
I normally detest travelling by bus not because it is uncomfortable, but because it gives me a feeling of claustrophobia. However, last month I had to go through this ordeal, on being summoned by my uncle to Delhi. The visit was in connection with my long pending Visa application. Unable to get a train ticket, I was left with no other alternative, but to travel by bus.
Reaching the bus station, I saw a huge queue at the ticket counter. Nestling my briefcase between my legs, I also stood in the queue. The station was milling with people. Some were sitting on benches, on the floor, while still others lay asleep with bags under their head, prepared for an eternal wait. An occasional cow or dog would make a detour of the place, in search of eatables thrown by passengers. They were also bold enough to nibble at the bags. I hated myself to be amidst this squalor. I nudged along in the queue which was advancing at a snail’s pace. There was an occasional fray of temper, as people tried to jump the queue, which made the nudging and jostling more unpleasant.
Just then a person standing a little distance from me cried out that his pocket had been picked. He immediately collared the person pushing him, accusing him of the offence. I instinctively felt for my purse and was relieved to find it intact. By now the scuffle had turned to a free for all, with allegations and counter allegations. Fortunately a beat constable seeing the commotion arrived on the scene and took both the warring parties aside. On checking the person of the accused, the offending purse was found. While the public wanted to teach the pickpocket a lesson, the constable handled the situation with tact and led the culprit away in handcuffs.
As the commotion subsided, I once again queued up for the ticket. Clutching the ticket in my hand I looked around for a place to rest myself. Seeing none, I placed my briefcase near a tea stall and sipped the hot tea waiting for the bus to arrive. I felt relieved after the nerve wrecking experience which I had just gone through.
As soon as the bus arrived people rushed toward it. I also collected my wits and scrambled towards it. After a lot of pushing and jostling, I found myself in the bus. Exhausted, I thankfully sat on the first vacant seat which came my way. After about half an hour, the bus finally pulled out of the station. While dozing off to sleep I made a mental note of never undertaking a long journey by bus, which left one weary even before the journey begins.
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