n=8; The one national holiday I loved as a child was Republic day, with every contingent of the armed forces represented by it’s chosen jawans conjoined in movement, marching down the extremely aseptic looking Rajpath and backdrop commentary in the ageless voice of Late Jasdev Singh. I was particularly in awe of the soldiers on horsebacks and always wondered if there was one amongst them like me who would just give his horse an ankle to break out and defy the precise mechanical rhythm to which man and animal were synchronised. To my dismay, in all these years, not a single one has. But that’s precisely the thing about people in those uniforms,
The Times They Are a-Changin' by Bob Dylan. Summers of late 80s, early 90s those were the best days of my life. Simple things, no complications. Play marbles, fly kites or just roam around the neighborhood doing nothing. With onset of summer vacations - fly kites every evening and Imagine you are flying in the sky instead of your kite. Take it way way high so that no neighbor can touch it.
The Times They Are a-Changin' by Bob Dylan. Summers of late 80s, early 90s those were the best days of my life. Simple things, no complications. Play marbles, fly kites or just roam around the neighborhood doing nothing. With onset of summer vacations - fly kites every evening and Imagine you are flying in the sky instead of your kite. Take it way way high so that no neighbor can touch it.
I miss those days.