A dusty road, a handful of gates, and a conversation that moved from hell’s doors to Gayatri’s quiet direction. What began as counting ended as orientation. Not every journey completes itself. Some shifts arrive later, in reflection, when you realise you were never crossing gates, only being gently turned.
A collection of four separate incidents. These actually happened to a (now) middle-aged guy. Centred around travel - actual or attempted - by mode of auto rickshaws. Brought to mind by an awful pun hinted at, in the title. Some learnings squeezed out from the memory of a few strange men, and a few good men. One both! Experimental mixed use of four separate languages; English, Hindi, Hinglish and Endi. | Do read, comment and discuss. Share but beware! | Word Count: 2637 |
हिंदी भाषा में इस गद्य-शृंखला का पहला लेख प्रस्तुत है। इस लेख में दशावतार पे कुछ कहने की चेष्टा की गयी है। इतिहास नहीं, इति-भाव का प्रयत्न है। संख्या पे टिप्पणी और कथाओं का सार मिलेगा। त्रुटियाँ और लुप्तियाँ अधिक होंगी, क्षमप्रार्थी हूँ! अंत का निवेदन हृदय से है, कृपया स्वीकार करें। चिंतन और वितरण हेतु। शब्द गणना: 1841।
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