But it gave me a sense that home has come at last. Jan. 23.2014.8.03 PM

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when I joined my middle school say in 1966 it was a scenario of say bullock cart got sent to study Ph.D. , having no say bulls to struggle it throw. I am skipping the school life that I will write later on, One day I took a local bus from a place where now a days a market stands tall to the new found world of its own meaning, it is probably still designated as old bus stand sirsa, it was not a modern bus in any way of standard. I believe it was a small truck 
chess y turned into a bus. The journey was as if walking on a bicycle but this bicycle was too crowd y full of rustic bags and peoples some were sitting on the roof top and the ticket man was not sitting in the bus but resting on top of the roof. Passengers opted for sharp thumping of the walls and doors to stop the bus at their required destination. He used his whistle as if big bigul in his hand. Came down and took the money gave some exchange but process was as slow as no body really wanted to go to the place for which they were travelling. Say after 2.5 hrs on a 40 Km distance the bus stopped for its penultimate stop where I dropped down.  I gave the ticket money and started asking how to negotiate further. I remember there were couple of peoples running small road side vacations to guide me how to proceed further. The roads were not visible. It looked as if its another scenario of p laughed up lands. After say half an hr of searching the direction I could land along the sides of an irrigation Nallah that took me to a huge mountain of sand it was the place where I could ask the name of my village as earlier I was asking for some another village as people did not know the name of my village and its directions. Now I felt as if home is feasible on the other side of horizon. After a walk of another half an hr total ling 2.5 hrs I was standing along the shores of river ghaghar. It was flowing too smart like your say right side flowing hair. I waited for quite a few minutes to plan how to cross the waters. Gathered strength, searched for a large twig , put off my all clothes and made a knot so as to fit it on the upper side of the left hand. I remember waters were too cool and sand was shifting under my feet. But it gave me a sense that home has come at last.