A Day Behind My Journey – A Long and Unforgettable Experience Part-1

My journey began from my home village Mundh, and it is a day I will always remember. Even

though the clock showed afternoon, the weather felt like evening. The sky was covered with light

grey clouds, and the wind carried a cold touch that reminded me winter was near. I had planned to

travel to MDU Rohtak, and I knew the journey would not be simple. It would involve a bike ride,

several bus changes, long waiting hours, and travelling on roads I had never taken alone before.

Still, I had courage in my heart and a strong desire to reach the university, so I started my journey.

From Mundh to Assandh – Beginning on a Bike

My first step was to travel from Mundh to Assandh on a bike. The moment the bike moved forward, I

could feel the wind hitting my face. The roads were filled with small scenes of everyday

life—children returning from school with their bags hanging loosely on their shoulders, shopkeepers

closing or opening shutters, old men sitting outside tea shops talking about politics and weather,

and women returning with vegetables from nearby markets.

The ride was smooth, but my mind was busy preparing for the rest of the journey. I kept thinking

about buses, timings, delays, and whether everything would go as planned. Even though I felt a

little nervous, there was also an excitement in my heart because it was my first long journey alone

as a student.

When I reached the Assandh bus stand, I got off the bike and looked around. The place was lively.

Buses were coming and going, people were rushing, vendors were selling snacks, and the sound of

horns filled the air. This was where my real journey would begin.

Assandh Bus Stand – Boarding the Assandh–Delhi Bus

At the Assandh bus stand, I checked the timings of the buses. There were fewer buses on the route

that day, and some services were running late. I waited, watching people board buses with hope in

their eyes. After some time, a bus came that was going from Assandh to Delhi. It was not exactly

my route, but it stopped at Safidon, and that was the direction I needed to go. Without wasting time,

I boarded the bus.

Inside the bus, the atmosphere felt different—some people were tired and silent, some were talking

to each other, some were listening to songs, and some were just staring outside. I found a window

seat and settled down. As the bus started, I watched the roads pass by slowly. Trees, fields, small

houses, and shops all looked different when seen from a bus window. I felt a sense of

independence and responsibility because I was travelling alone.

Reaching Safidon at 2:10 PM

After some time, the bus slowed down near Safidon bus stand, and the conductor announced the

stop. I got off the bus at around 2:10 pm. The sun was still bright, but the cool breeze made the air

feel pleasant. I had reached the second stage of my journey.

What I didn’t realize at that moment was that Safidon bus stand would turn into my 3-hour waiting

spot.

Three Hours of Waiting at Safidon Bus Stand

I went to the inquiry counter and learned that bus services were limited that day. The timetable

allowed delays of up to three hours, and the bus to Gohana might come anytime within that range. I

was disappointed, but I had no choice except to wait.

The next few hours passed slowly.