One day may be in the year 1963 or so
my village not connected with any communication worth the name
vehicular traffic was on rowdy kachha roads and on such paths studded with dunes of say my own height
Dad used to send two tractors , one for dragging the trolley of grains etc and other to assist the main tractor at too frequent breakdowns and stuck ups in the shifting sands even then it was a journey of luck all the time and distance being hardly 10- 12 kilometers to the nearby sleepy market as sirsa was literally out of reach during those eventful days.
Dad tried his best to send his all kids , his own ones and others in his supra family system for education but all the bastards proved that they are the bloody blood suckers nothing else
When I completed my pg level at my univ I often wondered why Dad could not afford to come to see me
One day I thought let us meet ricky
I have been to Chandigarh too frequent
one day I was sitting at CHD bus stand shivering in merciless cold
ricky failed to come to meet me and I waited whole day
late evening I decided to put stay at bust stand may this winter can prove a point
but love
winter has come
you are no where with me
Dad came to see me when navu was born
it was in sector 7
I have a torn out sweater of Dad
come I will show you
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