A road side bus One day, while surfing in the countryside of a town, suddenly I found a very old bus at the side of the road in terrible condition. A bus by which at some point in time have lots of travel stories—a bus by which thousands and thousands of travelers found their way of journey and reached the destination. But one day, the trip was the last, and indeed, the bus got a fatal mishap. From then on, it is only describing its glorious past and travel history to the passers-by standing on the one side of the road. Now it is counting its last days. The story of life is also similar to the bus.
A boat at the bank of a river I can still remember my childhood days when I was afraid of water because I didn't know how to swim. The fear of water was so much deep into my mind that I often observed myself drowning in water in a horrible nightmare. I have always wanted to learn to swim so that I could get rid of this hydrophobia. Even there are instances when this panic grew more in mind. For example, I remember traveling on a ferry in the holy river Ganga to go to a pilgrimage site with my parents in my childhood days. Once, there was a time when we could not see a sign of land even to the horizon range. And we were surrounded by water from all directions. I was terrified of this view and wanted to reach any bank of the river immediately. Anyway, we reached our destination safely and enjoyed the holiday a lot. Again, there are very similar instances, when my parents went on some beach to enjoy holidays but I always used to avoid going deep into the waves because of the fear o