My First Ride In A Bus

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معزز ممبران، خدمات کے معیار کو بہتر کرنے کے لئے ہم نے ایف جی اسٹڈی کوئز کے ڈیزائن اور ڈھانچے کو تبدیل کیا ہے۔جس سے کچھ پرانے صفحات کا ایڈریس تبدیل ہوچکا ہے۔اگر آپ کو مطلوبہ مواد/صفحہ نہیں مل رہا تو براہ کرم اس لنک پر جائیں

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Last year during the Eid ul Fitr Holidays I went to Karachi for the first time. There I put up with my friend who accompanied me wherever I went. One day I showed desire to have a ride in a bus. But as he had not time. He gave me detailed instructions about the route of the bus its number and its destination.

Then I went to the General post office to catch a bus A bus came near the stoppage within a few minutes. But it was overcrowded. Then came the second the third and the fourth. Bit like tantalus my thirst for a joy ride in the bus remained unsatisfied. At last a bus came and I got into it. It was a double decker bus with no roof on it. Straight way I went to the upper deck to enjoy the open air ride.
Before I had taken my seat the bus stopped suddenly with such a rough jerk that I was overthrown on the front seat. Thereafter I composed my self in my seat and started surveying the road. On one occasion the bus took such a curved that it was inclined on one side as we sometimes see a boat inclined on one site. It seemed for a moment that the bus would fall on the side. But my fright was without foundation.

After a while the bus came on the straight wide road. Now it increased its speed and the houses on both sides seems to pass by hurriedly. The sun was setting and the sky looked beautiful. Cool breeze was blowing over my head I just thought How pleasant it would be if we had portable houses then I compared this ride with that in a bullock cart while I was musing in this way the breeze suddenly increased and took away my cap from over my head. The fellow passengers laughed merrily at my misfortune so that I became a bit nervous.

Thereafter an old fat lady came sat near me. She occupied so much space that I was particularly pressed into the very side of the bus. Two girls just sitting behind me whispered something and then smiled heartily. No until they left the bus did I dare to raise my head to see all around me.

At empress market the bus stopped. But I did not get down. After a few minutes my return journey commenced. It was more less and romantic ride without any untoward incident. The moon was shining over my head in the cloudless sky. The roads were lit with street lamps. The bus then ran through some beautiful locality. Straight wide roads with dizzling lights etc. gave it an appearance of some romantic city such as were heard in the Arabian Nights.

After some time the bus entered some busy locality dragging me from romance to grim reality. At last I got down at Boulton Market. Event today I remember that pleasant ride in the bus. I wish I were once more in Karachi to enjoy it again.