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 like Olympic for securing the first
position.
Everywhere I noticed
vehicles including two, three-wheeler, car and bus as if sky covered with
the dark clouds. It looked like a scene of volcanoes coming out of a mountain
with roaring and noise. I, at that moment, sensed that my mind was playing lots
of tricks with me while riding a bike. It was telling me perhaps a vehicle from
behind or front side or any side hit me. So I became focused and kept my eagle
eyes on the front. Somehow I was going successfully on the way, suddenly I
heard a siren of an ambulance and offered side. But I was caught in the traffic
within two minutes forcefully hearing the noise of varieties of horn from
every side. It seemed to me self-torturing. As if I was being punished by the
nature. Maybe I was the wrongdoer of the previous life.
At that time, I hit a
lady biker and gave an expression of apology. She didn’t pay attention but saw
her bike. Then she continued to ride the bike.
After some time, I came
on the main road to my home and felt relieved. However, the traffic didn’t
leave me being my close associate. I felt that I was tearing the traffic and
going through it by taking several turns. At every junction on my way home, I
faced a tough competition of riding a bike.
The road, which seemed to
take 20 minutes, today was taking an hour to reach home. In the end, I, somehow
struggling and finding ways, reached home. At that time, I took a sigh of a
heave with feeling happy. The journey seemed to be traumatic to me going
through lots of tension of something else such as traffic, noise, chaos, police
and unknown accident, but not the Coronavirus.
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