Dusty, grubby, filthy, crowded and disintegrating Aurangabad Bus Station
A motley crowd waiting for their ride in the dusty, grimy and shabby Aurangabad bus station from where I took my bus back to Pune. The ceiling looked like it would collapse any minute, with patches of missing plaster. I used to travel from here almost weekly way back in 1983 when I lived in Aurangabad for a few months. I don’t think the bus station has been maintained, swept, cleaned or painted since then. Back then in 1983, there was little else to do in Aurangabad, so the bus station was a popular evening spot. I had no experience traveling abroad then, so it was fascinating to sit at the bus station looking at the sheer number of buses coming in and going out and gawking at the staggering variety of destinations. By night, the bus station was bright, cheerful and a happy place to be. Now now- by night, Aurangabad bus station was dark, depressing and very poorly lit. (Aurangabad, Maharashtra, Dec. 2022)
Dusty, grubby, filthy, crowded and disintegrating Aurangabad Bus Station
A motley crowd waiting for their ride in the dusty, grimy and shabby Aurangabad bus station from where I took my bus back to Pune. The ceiling looked like it would collapse any minute, with patches of missing plaster. I used to travel from here almost weekly way back in 1983 when I lived in Aurangabad for a few months. I don’t think the bus station has been maintained, swept, cleaned or painted since then. Back then in 1983, there was little else to do in Aurangabad, so the bus station was a popular evening spot. I had no experience traveling abroad then, so it was fascinating to sit at the bus station looking at the sheer number of buses coming in and going out and gawking at the staggering variety of destinations. By night, the bus station was bright, cheerful and a happy place to be. Now now- by night, Aurangabad bus station was dark, depressing and very poorly lit. (Aurangabad, Maharashtra, Dec. 2022)