Tomorrow i leave for Patna. Bhai, Mummy, Daddy ke saath.

When i was much younger, it used to be the fantasy land. I would leave a mark on the terrace every time i left there and it would never remain till the next time i visited the spot.We used to go there once a year, and i used to start a countdown from a couple of months before we were supposed to leave. I used to save up money, and buy rubber cricket balls, a dozen of them, and take them there to play cricket with, because they only had plastic balls there. I used to save up money so that i could buy Everything that came up for sale on the train journey.

I remember there was a mali who would look after the garden. I used to whack his cycle and ride around the place all day. Also, there was a Mother Dairy factory very close to our house, which was one of those huge places i always wanted to enter, but never would.

I also made friends there. Who i would go back to once in a year.

Its been a long time. I don't even remember the names of most of the people there. And there's no excitement, Whatsoever, which really saddens me. But ya, i shall go and look for my mark.

:-)