That Sunday Morning
My father was posted in Patna. On the first
Sunday there, my brother and I decided to
do a little exploring on our bikes. It was still very
early in the morning, and only a few people were
about. The roads were good and the trees lining
them were shady. There were no imposing buildings
or monuments as there are in Delhi, from
where we had just come. After cycling for about
half-an-hour, my brother got bored and said,
"Come on, I'll race you to that corner. The loser
treats the other to a chocolate, okay?"
"Okay, one, two, three!" I said, and then we
were off.