CLANG! CLANG!! CLANG!!
The noise of the bell would reverberate across the colony and the opposite-house aunty will lean out of her balcony and yell “Hey Lavanya! Your rickshawman has come!” That will become almost like a battle cry, spreading from house to house till it reached our compound in fever-pitch. RICKSHAWMAN HAS COME!
Though an hour and a half remained for my school bell, I had the misfortune of living farthest from school. Hence, my school run had a First In – Last Out approach and I got on to my rickety rickshaw at the ungodly hour of 8.10 AM. Never on time at 8.00 AM. Because, day after day, at 7:59:55, I would be staring into space, wool gathering and building dams with my breakfast of dal-chawal. My grandfather would be seated behind me, prodding me on with non-stop admonishments and threats. All around me, the household will be spinning at a furious pace, with the other members of the family getting ready to get on with their day. Everybody except for me, that is.
What Goes Around, Comes Around
February 26th, 2010 § 0 comments
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