Draft 1 (Syed Niamul Kazbe)

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Draft 1

Syed Niamul Kazbe Rayian

2021931642

A bus stop at rush hour


Every day I leave my workplace at rush hour, and have to wait at the terrifying bus stop. First of
all, the bus stop is built upon a cemented side walk where some of the tiles are half broken, and it
is beside a fairly wide road. There is a very old chrome finished pew above the ground, made of
steel with a little rust on the upper-left corner of its back and the outer look of the stop consist of
four recent smoothly sliver colored pole, the scent of fresh paint is still on the air, which is
supporting a wooden roof, and it has green molded strains all over it. At the rush hour, the
babbling of people and honking of cars makes your head spin, the bus stop gets very crowded
like there is a huge sale in shopping mall on Eid days and the queue for the bus is as long as the
distance from Earth to Moon. When the bus arrives at the stand, the whole place becomes even
more chaotic, and there is a usual bustle and hurry among the people. They all run towards the
bus at same time, and push each other to get on. Therefore, it’s a daily hassle that I go through at
the bus stop during rush hour after work.

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