Bus station - descriptive writing

I normally detest travelling by bus not because it is uncomfortable, but because it

gives me a feeling of claustrophobia. However, last month I had to go through this
ordeal, on being summoned by my uncle to Delhi. The visit was in connection with
my long pending Visa application. Unable to get a train ticket, I was left with no other
alternative, but to travel by bus.

Reaching the bus station, I saw a huge queue at the ticket counter. Nestling my
briefcase between my legs, I also stood in the queue. The station was milling with
people. Some were sitting on benches, on the floor, while still others lay asleep with
bags under their head, prepared for an eternal wait. An occasional cow or dog would
make a detour of the place, in search of eatables thrown by passengers. They were
also bold enough to nibble at the bags. I hated myself to be amidst this squalor. I
nudged along in the queue which was advancing at a snail’s pace. There was an
occasional fray of temper, as people tried to jump the queue, which made the
nudging and jostling more unpleasant.

Just then a person standing a little distance from me cried out that his pocket had
been picked. He immediately collared the person pushing him, accusing him of the
offense. I instinctively felt for my purse and was relieved to find it intact. By now the
scuffle had turned to a free for all, with allegations and counter allegations.
Fortunately a beat constable seeing the commotion arrived on the scene and took
both the warring parties aside. On checking the person of the accused, the offending
purse was found. While the public wanted to teach the pickpocket a lesson, the
constable handled the situation with tact and led the culprit away in handcuffs.

As the commotion subsided, I once again queued up for the ticket. Clutching the
ticket in my hand I looked around for a place to rest myself. Seeing none, I placed
my briefcase near a tea stall and sipped the hot tea waiting for the bus to arrive. I felt
relieved after the nerve wrecking experience which I had just gone through.

As soon as the bus arrived people rushed toward it. I also collected my wits and
scrambled towards it. After a lot of pushing and jostling, I found myself in the bus.
Exhausted, I thankfully sat on the first vacant seat which came my way. After about
half an hour, the bus finally pulled out of the station. While dozing off to sleep I made
a mental note of never undertaking a long journey by bus, which left one weary even
before the journey began.