Fantastic
It is early morning. My daughter Saumya and I decide to go to the nearest town on my cycle. As we begin the journey, we come across a steep road. By instinct Saumya, who is sitting on the cycle's carrier, tries to press the brakes to regulate its speed. I prevent her from doing so. We go down the slope and suddenly it is dark. As we emerge from the trough, light returns. Suddenly I realise that we have actually an auto-rickshaw hooked to our cycle and that we have no idea who the owner is. We get into this nearby town after some time and enter a by-lane by mistake. We come out of the by-lane and return to the town. We abandon the auto-rickshaw deciding not to take the risk of towing it back to our town and getting caught. Saumya wants painting accessories. We look around for shops. Some two or three shops are open, as the light coming out of them shows, but they aren't stationery stores, I tell her. So move out to a nearby street, on one side of which is a large ground of some...