If winter comes, can spring be far behind? From mid -November to the fag end of February these words would flash through one’s mind but, at times, the bone-chilling winter would slip into the next month as well,
Anyway, the summer has made its presence felt. There is a steady inflow of tourist cars and buses as usual.
The other day while I was walking along the Race course road, some youngsters parked their car in front of a restaurant. I too was there. When I listened to their conversation, I was sure that they were from my own native town which I had left more than 3 decades ago. One of them approached me and asked, “How far is the Boat House from here? and I told them, ” Take this route you’ll see the Bus stand and from there you will see a straight road which will lead to the Boat house” After thanking me, one of them said, “some 4 years ago we asked a guy the route to the Boat house and he directed us to proceed along one particular road but after 20 minutes or so, we were right in front of the Botanical Garden!” I burst into laughter much to the delight of his friends. They were not aware of the fact that the one who directed them to the garden was none but myself !.