MY FIRST LONG TOUR WITH MY MOTHER

When I was young... perhaps 12 or 13 years old, my mother took me with her along with my maternal uncle and my grany to Northen India. It was also a summer like this... month of May. I recall only few remembrances : In Delhi, we stayed at Laxminarayan Temple. I used to take bath in a long row of tap water and lunched in a huge room seated on a wooden "piri".

TICKET

Ticket... well- its a problem. See- problem again! But not so difficult. Travelling by train - online tickets is there. Car tickets are on the spot or take the advantage of advance tickets. O.k.? Problem solved.

TRANSPORT

"Ei path jodi na sesh hoi - tabe kemon hoto tumi baloto..." I recall this eternal Bengali film song in connection with travelling in vehicle. Travel without any transport is ridiculous. I love to travel by train. Would you?

TRAVEL

But where to? Near or far? Where? That is the question. Have no spare money. Loan? But from whom? How can repay? Problems... problems...

TAKE A TOUR

Oh-ho-ho... boring its boring! House to Office and Office to house. Oh! Horrible!! Lets in the sunshine : open sky... free space and full liberty! Lets take a t - o - u - r! hulalalalalahulala - hulalalalahulala..............