DATE: 24th June 2019

Time: 10:00 P.M

Today, something really strange happened in my life. Till today I never knew that I have Xenophobia. I was on my WAY to visit my dad. It was a fine evening. And I was only a short distance away from my dad. I had to take a BUS for quite a short distance. The bus was neatly packed when I got into it. I found a seat to occupy. But very soon, the bus was more than full. And then, it was as tightly packed as I STARTED feeling so uncomfortable. There were different kinds of odours and somehow TEARS started rolling down my cheeks.

I was trying to maintain my consistency but I started sweating. The bus drew very near to my father’s place but then I didn’t know what exactly happened. I started suffering from short breath and I couldn’t breathe. I was shouting for help and no one could see, perhaps I was just thinking that I was shouting out loud.

And I could remember in a blurred vision that I was being taken to the gate of the bus and then out of the bus for fresh air. A group of people used various means like water to get me back to my conscious. I gave a call to my dad. My dad immediately came rushing and took me home. He made me lie down and rest. After 4 hours I just woke. And I’m feeling much better now. It was quite an experience.