What a Scare!

It started as a sunny day made sunnier in the company of friends. But a short bus ride home after the party threatened to blot out the sun forever from my life.

A fortnight ago, I went to a get together with friends and was returning home quite late in the evening. I was travelling on a bus. The bus was full, and I had to travel standing.

En route, more commuters clamoured inside, and it became more uncomfortable. As my destination neared, I started inching towards the exit, but the crowded bus was making it a difficult task.

However, as I moved towards the exit, a boy, who was blocking the way, refused to budge. The boy, with neatly cropped hair, was wearing a jean shirt.

I was getting angry at the boy's adamant attitude and wanted to move ahead by shoving him aside. But I controlled my anger.

Instead, I laid my hand on his shoulders and gently nudged him to give me the way. The boy turned around and, then, I got the fright of my life; I was looking at a girl, not a boy.

The lady glared at me, gave me a fierce scowl, and continued to stay rooted to the spot. Fortunately for me, she did not utter a word. Had she done so, the other male passengers, the knights in shining armours, would have pounced on me and roughed me up for good. After all, it is not every day that you get an opportunity to beat up someone. The crowd would have enjoyed bashing me.

Getting over the initial shock, I was taken suddenly by an urgent need to get out. I lunged forward, brushing off all resistance, and leaped out of the bus even before it stopped. I heaved a sigh of relief after the bus moved. I was alive!