Growing up
‘Bishop’s Lodge aa gaya madam’ the conductor bared out his lungs and the bus screeched to a halt. A tall lady in a blue cotton saree stepped out.She turned around,adjusted her hair,her saree and then spread her arms to collect her munchkin as the conductor handed him over . Goodbyes ensued and the over-enthusiastic kid even blew kisses to the whole bus sending scores of passengers into peals of laughter, bringing an embarrassed smile to his momma’s face. Young Aalekh had a spring in his step. Winter vacations usually had this effect on him. No school,the winter chill,the sunshine and a chance to fly kites all day long..Who wouldn’t be excited. And to top it all he had the chance to do all this at his Grandfather’s place. He ran into the street even as the lady struggled with the lugguage. Ten metres or so and he stopped. That was the longest he had ever gone without momma. He waited.Mom caught up and he walked alongside like a perfectly obedient kid. The first establish...