With great difficulty and facing abuses from fellow-passengers, I made some headway in the bus, although I felt as if I were getting suffocated. I gasped for breath. In a moment of anger, some ‘kind’ hefty man pushed me forward. I fell over other passengers who called me ‘a fool’, ‘a ruffian’, ‘a barbarian’ and what not.
One of the men behind me was smoking a ‘biro’. My lungs were soon full with its smoke which I’m told has nicotine as its chief ingredient. I requested him to take pity on me and stop smoking.
He gave me jerk, called me names and wanted to slap me but by God’s grace relented. I rather thanked him for this “pity” At every stoppage there was a scramble between those who wanted to alight from and those who wanted to board the bus. There was a great din and noise. As after more than an hour, the bus reached my destination, I heaved a sigh of relief.
I alighted from the bus. But what relief? My pocket had been picked, my shirt was torn, my legs were aching and my heart was sinking. What a journey!