Catching a rick....
Today morning it so happened that I went to attend d marriage of a distant cousin accompanied by daughter and parents. Specially mentioning marriage because a young mind tends to get bored while watching all the customs except if it is your friends marriage where you are sort of king in control of many aspects of marriage. Here parents introduce you to oldies (read relatives) with all adjectives in the world for you and you have to keep a smiling face throughout. Thank god, I was already bundled into nupital knots else the proposition would have altogether different, with each person looking like a hawk searching for next easy prey. As I said earlier, my inner self took control over me soon and I asked permission to leave early from the scene. Coming out of the marriage hall, I quickly caught the first rickshaw I got and told him to take me to the nearest railway station. While being in the rick I went down the memory lane..... When we are young our attitude towards life is total