Extremely Unbearable Ride

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Bible noises extremely beyond the limitation of an individual. I was hardly and impatiently waiting, napping on the bench.

The rising sun heated glare cheek of chattering people. The puttering of rickshaws buzzed in my ears. People were strolling and ambling and everywhere hustle and bustle deliberately unable the situation more unbearable. Some steps away, young goodlooking handsome and impresively eye catching man sat on bench. He having long hawkish nose speckled with freckless shoulders hunched and deeep frowns. Phone rang and immediately stood and stroll away.
Relectantly, a bike halted at a little distance from me. It was bewildering pace, two young ladies wearing veil amble off the bike, two teen boys egoist and heart throb respectively, lumber from the same bike. The left one was the old wrinkled man who rode the bike to footpath few steps away from me. All of them chattering and their immense conversation was sturdy enough.
All of the sudden, rickty old bus rattle across me and ear shatteringly lash and halted. A sea of people, rushed through tread in to small broken rusty door of bus. Crowd was like water fall  but in opposite direction reckondly. I darted in and barge forward on the aisle.
Neurotic passengers miscerebly shifted their weight to soul searing seats. Somehow, the floor was pissed off with dust and heart crunching unbearable smell. As I leaned to the seat, puffing out a cloud of black smoke, seat was frayed and fragmented badly illed odour lost  once senses and as I glanced at the bottom of my seat, I possessed with one used dipper and two to three wrapped used tissues. Not only this, there was dirty patches swing down ward from front seat.
Immediately, whistle sound rushed in to my ears, when I followed, a fat man, with jelly and soft cheeks and huge green eyes, full of amazement. Mouth  was swallowed enough to hollowed in to small multi coloured villan. It was sign of excitement but changed in to ear tearing harsh poop sound.
The driver was chewing bubble with chopping sound and was completely sweating, seemed like he bathed recently. He showed off on his momentary status. Somehow, it was stifling atmosphere and overwhelming stench. After piercing 20 minutes of ride, bus croaked to  a halt. Smoke lingered in loop and sign of bewilderment filled our throats. We buzzed outward.

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