Disaster.
A large truck full of gravel ("Bajri") , has over turned right at the crossing .
"What do we do now ?" She always went into this sweaty -palmed , frozen state when something untoward happens . Some one has to take charge. So the young gent sitting in the backseat , nose-picking , galvanises into action .
"We still have time . 20 minutes . There is no one behind us . Ghooma lo (take a u-turn )" .
She gingerly crosses over to the other side , mentally asking God and government for forgiveness , and takes the back route . She checks in the rear -view mirror, and is relieved to see several cars following her lead . The back route takes 10 minutes longer , but is mostly free at this time of the morning .
The young gent is silent now . Hands behind the head , he has gone off to sleep . Snoring occasionally . So much like the father . She would think as she saw in the rear view mirror.
When she slows down at the school , He wakes up ,stretches , grabs his bag , slings it on the shoulder , and waves bye . Hesitating at the sight of his parent trying to form words resembling gratitude , he walks off with a casual -"Chill Mom ."
She loves driving the back -route.
A large truck full of gravel ("Bajri") , has over turned right at the crossing .
"What do we do now ?" She always went into this sweaty -palmed , frozen state when something untoward happens . Some one has to take charge. So the young gent sitting in the backseat , nose-picking , galvanises into action .
"We still have time . 20 minutes . There is no one behind us . Ghooma lo (take a u-turn )" .
She gingerly crosses over to the other side , mentally asking God and government for forgiveness , and takes the back route . She checks in the rear -view mirror, and is relieved to see several cars following her lead . The back route takes 10 minutes longer , but is mostly free at this time of the morning .
The young gent is silent now . Hands behind the head , he has gone off to sleep . Snoring occasionally . So much like the father . She would think as she saw in the rear view mirror.
When she slows down at the school , He wakes up ,stretches , grabs his bag , slings it on the shoulder , and waves bye . Hesitating at the sight of his parent trying to form words resembling gratitude , he walks off with a casual -"Chill Mom ."
She loves driving the back -route.
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