A traumatic journey
A traumatic journey After seeing a mobile ringing at 7, I looked at the number which was familiar and attended to it. I got the shocking news of curfew to start at 8. I winded up my home batch hurriedly and got up immediately. I left the place after informing the students ambiguously about the homework. I didn’t know what exactly I said. It was a pressure of police, rush on the road, reaching home and traffic on the way. As soon as I kicked a bike, came on the road, saw traffic and heard the noise of horn. Somehow I found a way through the traffic jam having a two-wheeler. Still, I was halted by the wrong side bikers, yelled at them. But it seemed to me that there was stiff competition among everyone to rush home li...