My Adventurous Journey

Hi!

This is me Aadyaa. And today, I am going to tell you one of the most horrible journeys or adventures of my life. After listening to this story, you are never going to travel on steep roads or near the Farmer protest area in Delhi at night. So, put on your seat belts, and let’s start.

I and my family were traveling back home to Ghaziabad from Rajasthan, but instead, my mother changed her mind and wanted to go to her mother’s home that’s in Delhi. My father thought that the distance was too short only 20 -30 mins more, so he decided that he will drop my mother on way. But, as we all know is much happiness results in sadness, so happened with us. We were so happy, there was no traffic jam, no police nor herds in between.

As we approached the farmer protest area, our speed slowed down, traffics in between and the most terrible repercussion was that they had blocked the way. Now, the peace changed to chaos, we went lane to lane, right and left. We didn’t know where we were going, I thought we were on our way to Pakistan. We were asking so many people and at last, a railway track came, through which we had to pass. But we got stuck in Jam, there were big trucks coming through very small lanes. At that time my family’s mind was saying to complain, for such big trucks shouldn’t travel through small lanes. And all the cars and small vehicles were getting stuck.

I was quite frightened. It took us 2 hrs to get out of the railway track. When we got out, we went through a kutcha road filled with moist and muddy grass, there were many lanes confusing and puzzling us. At last, we got stuck in a drain, as it was night time so dumps were not visible. Some friendly people helped us out. And at last, we were at Nani’s home. This was an unforgettable journey of mine that completely puzzled me.