The sun has risen and
We’re on the road.
Crisp morning breeze hits my face
Through the rolled down windows
Squeaky chirping of birds is heard
As the sun beats down on us.
The appetising smell of paranthas from the passing by dhabas lures us
Towards them like a siren to a sailor
It’s too hard to resist, we stop for a quick lunch break.
“Race you to the there, whoever wins gets the biggest paranthas.”, screams my brother as dash down the road eager to win the prize.
We have a fun time, laughing and giggling
But it’s time now, we are back on the road.
Time flies by as we sing and laugh together,
It’s almost dusk. We’re almost there.
When we reach our stop, everybody lumbers out of the car
Stumbling and smiling.
“Race you to there, whoever wins gets the biggest room!”
Screams someone as we rush forward in a pile of laughter and mirth
Pushing and howling.