My journey in the bus

𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙄𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙎𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙊𝙉........... 

I had been counting the days since October to meet my home back. I made my parents to post the postal card a week before. And my meeting with that even more delighted me 🥰🥰. I showed my face atleast one time to it every day. When the day was near, I couldn't mitigate myself. My legs were yearning to head off. Not only my legs were,  but also my friends legs' too. Finally the day came and we were packing up the things. We earned companions for the safe journey. But one thing disturbed us. It was the workshop. It is a three hours class on every Thursday and we didn't know whether we had or not. This made  us to have two plans - plan A to go home at once after the lunch and plan B to go after 4:30pm.Since , we hadn't had proper information, we were perplexed. But God is always with us. We got a good news that "No workshop today".You should had seen the thousand watt bulbs in each and every faces. We had a  meagre lunch and took the things to leave the hostel. Yet another trouble. We had a long queue of girls who were waiting to register their names in the outstation register. It nearly took us 20 minutes to sign and leave the hostel premises. There in the entrance gate, another trouble was awaiting. The same  trouble but we managed to overcome it and finally out of the college. In the bus stop, there were a lot of students waiting for the bus. Some left to next stop but we waited and got the fruitful result. But the bus had a crowd already. I hadn't had the travelling experience in such a crowd. My friends forcefully made me step up in the bus and we started. For a moment my entire body became lifeless as I was standing in the steps. I couldn't bear that fear 😨😨. Then slowly I climbed up and was holding the holder for a very long time. My hands became red and my legs started to pain. Every now and then I asked my friends " whether the stop came or not".After spending 30 minutes, we reached Gandhipuram bus stand. We bade farewell to each other and headed off in our own paths. I along with my classmate and a hostelmate boarded the bus to Singanallur where I could board my hometown bus. After reaching it, we had another block. Since it was a holiday season, people were rushing to reserve their seats in the bus 🚍. The bus not even had entered the stand, but it had so many  people inside. They were behaving like cattles and I couldn't resist seeing the action. My friend's father had reserved a seat for us and we were off to go.  With full of people and less ventilation the bus started. I had put my shoes in those people who were standing and realised the pain. I too had such experience but this was the worst thing ever. I called my mom here and there to intimate the areas. When the bus reached trichy border, I was so elated. My dad and grandpa were driving to pick up me from Chathiram bus stand. I reached the spot and helped my friend to board her hometown bus. They picked up me and we were heading off to home. There on the street, a surprise awaited. My brother, mother and brother's friend burnt a big cracker. I guessed the surprise by their tone. Yet, they surprised me a lot. Actually, mom burnt the cracker and welcomed me. I had a warm welcome. I entered the home and saw grandma, Tom  and Rocky our pets. Then, bathed and ate my dinner. I had a good conversation with my family. After doing prayer, we were off to sleep 😴😴. My bro was so elated to have me again. He gave lots of kicks and punches 👊👊 and behaved like a child to me. I was so happy to see the changes within him. Mom and almost everybody in the home commented that my bro had changed. Had became an obedient guy. Good to heard this. I too felt the same change within him. This is the real affection of a brother towards his sister. 

To be continued......