Our school was closed for the Eid al-Fitr holidays for two weeks in July. My elder brother who resides in Dhaka asked me to celebrate the festival with his family. I went to the Faridpur bus stand at 10 a.m. I got on a bus. The bus was packed up beyond its capacity. After about ten minutes the bus started for Goalanda. On the way, we saw many villages and paddy fields. The bus reached Goalanda and we got down from the bus. We then boarded the B.I.W.T.A. ferry which took us to Aricha at 11:30 a.m.
I ran to the bus stop and managed to occupy a seat on the bus. The bus was packed up soon. Many passengers had to travel the whole distance on the roof of the bus. It took about two hours to reach Nayerhat. On the way, it touched at a number of stoppages. The bus ran very speedily. It narrowly escaped a collision with a loaded truck that was running from the opposite direction. Many passengers cried out in fear. The passengers implored the driver to drive slowly.
The bus reached the suburbs of the city. Some passengers got down. We felt a bit relieved. Within half an hour the bus reached the terminal and all the passengers got down. I hired a rickshaw and went to my brother’s residence. And thus, my journey came to an end.
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A Journey by Bus
Introduction – Time and Occasion – Description of the Journey – How the Journey has Impressed You – Conclusion
Modern means of transport such as buses, trains, launches, and airplanes have made it easy to move from one place to another. In the city, I very often avail myself of traveling locally by bus. But having a long journey by bus is something of a different taste.
It was the month of December and we were having a long vacation after the final examination. One day, my friend Kabir invited me to stay at his home in Comilla. On the appointed day, -Kabir and I went to the Gulistan Bus Station and collected our tickets. Luckily, our bus was not, too crowded and we had our seats by the window. Shortly after 8 a.m., the driver started and the bus s7owly moved out of the crowded station.
The bus managed to get out of the traffic jam of the busy city and soon we were on the Dhaka-Chittagong highway. The bus increased its speed and a swift cool breeze played on our faces. There were green trees on both sides of the road. They seemed to welcome us to the green of the countryside. Trees and cornfields seemed to be running backward. At places, we saw village women thrashing the rice paddy. We crossed small shops and bazaars. Soon we were near the Bhairab bridge over the Meghna river. The boats and launches looked so nice from over the bridge. The driver put nice music on the player. The road looked like a serpent with so many twists and turns. It was late noon and I felt drowsy in such an atmosphere. I did not notice. when we entered the town of Comilla. Soon the bus was at the bus depot and we got down with our luggage. We took a rickshaw and set for Kabir’s home.
The journey was indeed a pleasant one. It took us much closer to the beauties of the countryside, which cannot be enjoyed in a journey by boat or train. Life on the road is so thrilling. I felt like a wanderer, a vagabond who had no home and did not know where he was meant to go.
Journeys and traveling have always inspired me to see the unseen. It is only by taking a journey that I can be free from the monotonous day-to-day life Of a student. My opinion is that everybody should travel by some means to add joy and momentum to his life.