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We had a unique bus experience from Halua Ghat to Maymensingh. The road didn't have the concert cover; it was just on the soil. Bangladesh is a tropical country, so we had enough rain all year. You can imagine if a big bus ran on soil on a rainy day what could have happened with that road. It was going up and down like a small hill. Though, that didn't reduce the speed of the bus.
We were sitting inside the bus, surrounded by dust (The bus running on the soil), with no way to see anything through the window. The bus was jumping up and falling down for a few km. We jumped up with the bus, then the bus went down, so we fell on the seat. It's not an amusement park, the seat was hard, and there were no seat belts. When we fell on the seat, a noise came out from our mouths like Ah, for the pain and fear.
I sat in the middle of the bus and felt what I had described. Now you can imagine what could have happened who were at the end of the bus. Some of the boys in our class were there. Among them, I could hear Mamun's (Polash), Tajul, and Deepu's voices. One of the girls from the front row said, do you want to exchange seats with us? They felt bad for those boys. Mamun replied, No, it's OK. Then he said to the other boys if girls be seated here, they will become lentil soup (he said this in Bangla, Dail). Other boys laughed out in laughter.
It didn't sound good, but it was confirmed at that moment.
2 comments:
Excellent. Carry on friend.
Thank you.
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