Memories

Yesterday while driving out of Filmcity in Goregaon east, I saw a man driving a scooter with two children standing in front, and one perched on the seat at the back. This sight immediately brought back memories of my own childhood, when my father owned a scooter (I forget the name, though it was the rage then.) And I remembered all the times, all the rides I had had on it, standing in front, with the wind in my face, while my brother would sit squeezed in between father and mother. That’s how the family used to travel, like the hundreds of thousands of other families in this country.
It brought a smile to my face. A smile that stayed a long time.