The Trip

-Last  saturday  i  decided to  go  out  for  a  while  of  my  house, mother  had  been not  feeling  so  well , it  means  not  her  real  self , not  cheerful, complaining  and  finding  fault  with  things  in general  she  would  not  do  otherwise, 
-i  have  no  car  and the  two  wheeler  that  i  used  to  drive  twenty  years  ago  to  cyber  cafes  is  standing  in the  verada  corner  for  lack  of  repairs, because  the  original  japanese  engine  it  contains  throbs  with  a  different  note  and  tenor  that  duplicate  parts  can  not   make  it  run  properly
-i  waited  one  monute  in the  monsoon humid  mid  day , summers  in punjab  are  famous  for  sweetness  of  mangoes  which  my  mother  enjoyed  and  could  not  stop  eating  till she  fell sick
-the  three  wheeler  with  a  piece  of  green cloth  waving  like  a  flag  fixed  on  to  its  front  gave  me  the  hope  of  approaching  auto
-rhe  driver  was  about  to  take  a  left  turn and  i  would  have  missed  it  so  i  ran  and  waved  my  hands  and arms  , he  spotted  me  and  came  towards  me, 
-the  driver  lives  in my  colony  and  we  happen  to  be  familiar   by  faces
-he  was  going  to  a  kids  school  where  he  picks  up  small kids  and  carries  them home, he  follows  a  regular  routine  and  a  route  dropping  all kids  one  by  one  safely  home
-i  asked  if  he  had  some  ten minutes  to  drop  me  first  in a  different   direction
-dalhousie  road  is  the  heart  of  our  township
-i  got  down and  paid  the  driver  and  took his  phone number  for  future  use
-today one  week later  i  had  used  up  all my  groceries  and  needed  to  buy  more  of  that  fresh  jumbo  bread  with  cheese  and  cottage  cheese  and kiwi  aloe vera  juice

-i  rang  up  the  driver  , he  was  free  , he  had  collected  the  school children in the  morning  and  all the  four  year  olds  were  not  to  come  out  of  their  schools  till twelve
-at  quarter  to  nine  i  was  driving  to  the  shop  which  on facebook  shows  open at  five  and  closes  at  eleven
-feeling  better  i  because  mother  was  not  alone  at  home
-i  bought  my  groceries  and  lifting  the  carry  bags  sat  down  and  reached  home
-first  i opened  the  giant  sized  bread  and  took out  a  crusty  side  slice  and  lathered  it  with  cheese  liberally, panir  cube  was  microwaved  and  sift  and  hot  sand  i  salted  it  lightly  tapping  it  with  my finger  tips , poured  a  glass  of  transparent  green liquid  with  aloe  vera  pulp  and  devoured  the  little  snack  meal  hungrily