Bullock Cart
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When I was in eighth grade, in Sankranthi festival holidays, I want to go to my aunt's village . Every year I go and spend some time there with my cousins. That village is ten miles east of my town. In those days , there was only one bus in the morning at 11 o clock. Bus name was Salamat Transport , it goes to Madanapalli at 8 am and will be back to our aunt's village at 2 pm en route my town Mahal at 11 am , a six-hour journey from destination as it would stop in every village across the route and couldn't pick up speed because of bad roads . Roads were in very bad shape with all bumps , slopes and granite .The bus some times over crowded with villagers and suddenly because of engine failure or puncturing of tires which would delay the bus for long hours . The model was the bus also very old as engine has to be run by way of turning a lever by hand to start the engine. Some times engine gets heated up and water has to be filled in the radiator to cool down the heated engine.Though it was horrible , we could enjoy the motor bus travel as it gives us lot of pleasure .Other wise , we have to engage a bullock cart to reach my aunt's village which takes almost a full day to reach the village.
It was my bad fate, the bus couldn't reach my town at 11 am . It was 3 pm , bus didn't come, my father was very furious and angry as we waited for the bus for more than 5 hours.
"For how long we have to wait ? This dirty bus is not coming . Let us come tomorrow , post pone your travel '' My father was impatient and turned back to my house.
But I was reluctant to go back to my house. I have planned every thing to enjoy my vacation in my aunt's house . Already three days are over , only 7 days are left and again schools will reopen for fourth term. I want to play with my cousins and spend some happy times with them. Since they are land lords, they have plenty of agriculture lands and gardens. I want to enjoy swimming, loitering in the fields, eating fresh organic food. Also I can play with the cattle in their house.
My father was impatient and unrest .
''This dirty bus won't turn up in a right time. We must go back to our home .I already noticed morning the bad omen , when we started from our house. Our neighbor's cat came across the street, and I was doubtful of this travel''
My father told me to turn back to home. My father believes in superstitions , as per the old age customs.
I was very much disappointed and reluctant to go home , but of no avail.
My father was furious and I shivered with fear after seeing face .
I followed him silently . He told me that he will drop me at Piler Bus stand tomorrow morning as there are plenty of buses .
I was happy.
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