WINNER TAKES IT ALL: THE BEGINNING
Once, the trains and the buses rumbled out of the city, it was time for the bicycles and the rickshaws to move on the streets and the flurry for school, university and the much-coveted medical college began. Rohtak, the dusty little town had a good set of academic institutions and of course the rustic Jats.
Every morning, I would wait for Gopi, the rickshaw man, who would take me to school. The rickshaw had a seat and a bench kept in-between the seat and the puller. There was always a frantic urge to sit on the corner of the bench. Well, in today's times it will not be possible because firstly, the traffic density is so high on the streets of Rohtak and secondly, the children prefer other modes of transport. But , the fun of this ride was immense. The wait to pick up the other children was always maddening and the ringing bell of the rickshaw was constantly buzzing to pick up children.
The eventful morning always began with the school assembly and the music guru-Master Behari Lal 's prayer recitation.
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