Morning time in front of my Mom’s.
I dont know how these vehicles function here carrying passengers to and fro. I’ve used them a couple of times and have felt so uneasy, I got off the last time.
But here, it goes.
The vegetables on the way to the mandi
And the children to their schools to the right
and to the schools on the left.
Look at this family with the MiL in the end helping to squish them together. The son helping the father look ahead by ducking while the wife is enjoying being sandwiched between her husband and Mother in Law (just guessing :-) )
The lone cyclist is actually not alone.
See what I mean.
For one, helmet is a necessity to keep safe, while the other would have preferred to have one to keep the dust off.
The thinking man, on his way to work..with his equipment. The only he would need. Well thought out attire. Look at the colors, so well planned.
Some carry their family on the bike
(although I could never understand this way of sitting, the women’s hand on her man’s thigh. I tried that with Pavan once, and found my hand slipping and myself very unsteady, ready to fall. Its not for unskilled people like me)
For others, it carries baggage
A Well decorated auto.
Ahh! he spotted me in my hideout, clicking away to glory.
Is only the head of the driver important to keep safe..Isn’t the pillion rider’s head not important?
And we thought that auto’s transported humans..Multifunctional auto’s.
Doodh wala (just finished mixing milk in water) and on his way to distribute this concoction to all of us.
Saving the best for the last… Didn’t our parents do this too. And I thought all this is way over in India. India is still the same place with same people and same necessities. A colorful family on a colorful scooter. A family of five’s mode of transport. To work, to school, to wherever they want to.
of they went!