Of all the jams available, the traffic jam is the sour and the jammiest.
Pressed and squeezed tightly, bringing to a stand still the movement. The road was dusty, due to the increased traffic, the manoeuvring of the vehicle was more difficult and the sunlit road seemed murky due to the many lights.
My pillion rider friend jumped in ecstasy when I cried loudly "Hell, it's a traffic jam." Quickly he dipped his hand in the sling bag and fished out a loaf of sliced bread and a small tub of butter and a knife. I was horrified for a minute but continued to concentrate on riding through the narrow lanes.
My friend begged me to halt with the traffic jam as he need to butter his bread and have the breakfast he had skipped.
J Nancy M, VI B
Timpany School, Visakhapatnam.
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