Tiny And Miny: A Memoir
I It was the day before Dusshera when we planned to go to village, actually we had planned to organize a ‘ Kirtan ’ on Dusshera. By ‘ we ’ I mean my father-mother as well as the family of my uncle and, in fact, me. Well, going to village has two excited things to do - get as many beautiful pics of countryside and playing with our pet dog - his name Chetak, yes the name of great Rana Partap ’ s horse. Additionally, since last three months I was hardly been to anywhere which is making me kind of dizzy, so I thought that a trip to village would fresh up my mood. The next day at about 10:00 am our journey started. We loaded ourselves on 3 vehicles - a car and two motorcycles. I was on the backseat of my father ’ s bike, my father was riding the motorcycle. I hate sitting on backseat, I made for front seat riding, but, hell, I am still 16 and I have no driving licence and without one my father will never allow me to drive on highways despite the fact how good I am at driving. Well then...