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Journey Through Bus


I was on my way back to home in the bus In this high temperature with precipitation a child sitting infront of me, with all these sweaty people. Children making noises And the stranger sitting next to me Shut the window Water started coming out of my body I want to tell the stranger please just slide, Slide the window left My body can't handle this temperature I'm not able to breathe I'm feeling suffocation, But can't, my lips were locked itself, my hands were barely moving, and my legs freeze-dried. At last my eyes automatically close And my stranger partner Thinks I'm just another guy who is “Carcolepsy”. Sometimes latter my eyes open Looked around people are staring me, My whole face covered with H2O That i drank before getting unconscious I saw window was still shut I forcefully slides the window to right Atlast I reached my destination.
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