They stood in a rough queue. The father, mother , and the two kids, sleepy and yawning intermittently. It was 4 a.m. in the morning, dark and wet at the bus stop.
A tired group of sightseers, all wearing sneakers and other apparel which immediately set them apart, as tourists.Listlessness overcame the children, and they sat on a stump of concrete , that might have had a noble existence as a bench once, now worn shiny by numerous other passers-by.
At last, at long long last, the welcome sight arose at the farthest end of the road, negotiating the hump was the bus.
Everyone picked up their assigned luggage, cameras, waterbottles, smuggled snacks in baby rucksacks,and looked expectantly at the bus with “ Monica ” emblazoned in LED on the sides.
In an inexplicable move , the bus gathered speed and sped past them,leaving a cloud of dismay and dust in its wake.
The father came to his senses first, and sprinted behind the bus,yelling "Monica,Monica"(for want of a better word), an act which made him sound like a love-lorn teenager and made the girls pant and giggle at the same time.
Rest of the party followed in desperate speed, but the bus resolutely moved on, unmoved.
Huffing and puffing, they came to a stop. eyes watering, chest heaving, in the middle of the road,partly hidden from view, by a dust cloud.
Luckily, technology in the form of mobile phones came to their rescue.
The travel agent was rung up, talked to; he rang up the bus driver, and almost instantly, the bus came to a halt, with a screech of tires, some 50 meters ahead. Hallelujah!!
A tired group of sightseers, all wearing sneakers and other apparel which immediately set them apart, as tourists.Listlessness overcame the children, and they sat on a stump of concrete , that might have had a noble existence as a bench once, now worn shiny by numerous other passers-by.
At last, at long long last, the welcome sight arose at the farthest end of the road, negotiating the hump was the bus.
Everyone picked up their assigned luggage, cameras, waterbottles, smuggled snacks in baby rucksacks,and looked expectantly at the bus with “ Monica ” emblazoned in LED on the sides.
In an inexplicable move , the bus gathered speed and sped past them,leaving a cloud of dismay and dust in its wake.
The father came to his senses first, and sprinted behind the bus,yelling "Monica,Monica"(for want of a better word), an act which made him sound like a love-lorn teenager and made the girls pant and giggle at the same time.
Rest of the party followed in desperate speed, but the bus resolutely moved on, unmoved.
Huffing and puffing, they came to a stop. eyes watering, chest heaving, in the middle of the road,partly hidden from view, by a dust cloud.
Luckily, technology in the form of mobile phones came to their rescue.
The travel agent was rung up, talked to; he rang up the bus driver, and almost instantly, the bus came to a halt, with a screech of tires, some 50 meters ahead. Hallelujah!!
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