Short Story: The Bus
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Prof.Dr. Rizwan Akhtar narrates a poignant tale of love and loss, taking us through the twists and turns life has to offer.
The rain kept falling like a separate entity carrying out a plan of wetting the city. The vehicles on rain-soaked roads kept moving with wipers repeating hypnotically on windscreens, deflecting eyes. The city was confounded with umbrellas and raincoats. A tree with a bosomy canopy was dripping over a bench, just vacated, when the cloudburst came over like a demon long waiting to let loose its rage. Underneath a tree, almost wailing, tucked by a muddy pool, a tea stall was cordoned by a smoky fragment of chipped tea cups, mouths slurping, gulping an elixir of dust-mingled liquid. The teaman was a grumbling creature, swearing at his factotum, a half-naked boy, aimlessly smiling, and doing chores. Everyone on the pavement was in a posture of waiting. Meanwhile, Karim hopped into the bus, shoving his way like a fugitive wanting to change his hideout.
