Essay On An Hour at a Bus-Stop
I had gone to visit my aunt who was unwell. To return home, I had to stand in a queue for the bus. There were all kinds of people in the queue. There were school children, men, boys, girls and ladies with their babies in their arms. Some people passed their time pleasantly because they kept on chatting with their friends. Others started grumbling because they had to stand for a very long time.
Several buses came, but there was no room in them. The conductors allowed only one or two people to get into each bus. The rest of the people were disappointed. They would have to wait for some time more. While we waited many beggars pestered us for money. One beggar woman was very old. She could hardly walk. I felt sorry for her and gave her some money. Some small children touched us with their dirty fingers. We did not give them any money. We felt that some older people must be forcing them to beg and ill-treating them.
After about an hour I got a chance to enter a bus. The people broke the queue and made a dash for the bus. I managed to board the bus. Another gentleman entered the bus with me. He did not notice that his pocket had been picked. He realised what had happened when he could not find his purse to pay his bus fare. Many pickpockets may be there at a bus stop. So some people unfortunately lose their purses and their money. With great difficulties I managed to reach home.
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