Double Bell
With a shudder, the engine came to a stop. Alex let out a sigh, seated by the window on the right side four rows from the back. The bus had been stuck in traffic jam for almost fifteen minutes owing to the reconstruction of the road. But when a bus driver decides to kill the engine that is like all hopes are lost and they are going to be there for a while. If there was any way the bus could still have been moving, it would have been right now. Their attitude of ‘we don’t care if we loose some paint or if there is a dent’ always gave them an edge. Alex found it ironical that the when he was on a bus he used to enjoy those things which he otherwise criticized. Like how they carved their way through traffic. And when the bus driver who does all that decides to kill the engines, there really couldn’t be any way out. The wind blew chilly, the warm rays of the sun hit his face and the road was still wet from the early morning rain. If it were any consolation, there wasn’t ...