I have been to village and adjoining areas. I stopped at a place that was a tri section of an earthen road. It was decorated with a lonely Acachia arbica tree. I was noticing its hardy and tough bio logical precincts. My Dad used to ferry me around these areas on his Java motorbike. I was refreshing his memories. The earthen banks of the river ghagar were predominant by its texture of soil and shape. I have walked upon these kacha roads to reach my Dad. The time gone by. Java, he used to keep in intact. Those days Indian market was not developed enough to cater for frequent break down. One day me and Dad crossed a rivulet towards the village on other side of the land scape. Clean water and serene environment is still with me. I was asked to push the bike to neutralize the muddy grip on the tyres.
I still remember that grip
