Continue … Then after a few moments, I reach the bus stop nearby. He was a salt in the distance of the right biot on the bus stand, whereas I was some time for the previous time to be filled in the stadium by a broken trap on 3:35 minutes. And today, at this time in this way, in these very strange situations, 100 yards away from the trousers of their worshiped father and waiting for the bus to go to the mandi. Feeling all this, I was feeling a little weird in my breath. At the same time a private bus stopped right at the bus stop, playing the horn straight ahead in front of me.And I saw the number of buses which I have not known right now, but at that time I saw the number of that bus, I knew that this bus will pass through the Mandi only near the Mandi. What was just what I instantly lost without a moment, straight through the back door of the bus and got on that bus. And reaching the next door from the back door of that bus, one side stands near the next door of that bus.
I was just thinking that at that time the conductor of that bus sounded a loud voice from one side that after listening to the “ticket” that cracked voice, I had some realization of reality and I walked slowly to the bus conductor Said to reach him and cut him off the ticket. In a while, he was just about to reach the market near the market and I collected his dues from the conductor of that bus and kept him in the upper pocket of his shirt. Only then he stopped with a shock at a bus stop near the main entrance of the mandi while playing a vigorous horn. I jumped down from that bus in front of the main entrance of the Mandi just before the bus stopped. Every time I jumped down from the bus (every time I came to the market) my heart was throbbing once and I glanced at the opposite direction of the market where there are some blood related relatives near me. Again, without any moment, I enter the mandi from the main door of the market directly.
At that time, it seemed to me that every person there (Mandi) was well aware of why I came here and said that I am still struggling with these feelings that after me A loud sound of a truck’s loud horn is heard. Upon hearing that intense sound, I once again realized that I was standing and being told. Fighting with such a variety of questions in my mind, I reach the other side of the mandi passing through the vegetable market (Asia’s largest vegetable market). Where a wall near the nearby slum was broken by some mischievous manners. Through that broken wall, I cross the mandi and on the other side, I stand on an open road near the railway gate. Today, I was feeling very different about everything here. That is, at some distance, some youths and middle-aged pimples and a group of other whistles appeared to me, speculating on the glasses near them. I do not know why, without waiting for a moment, I am standing near them, after then…
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Written by Vikrant Rajliwal
14/07/2019 at 3:20 pm
*If I have made any mistake in this blog translation then I apologise to all of you.*