STORIES ON DIRT ROADS - CARRIAGES, HORSES, AND CHILDHOOD

The Eksari Village's Oldest Road Always Whispered Something In The Early Morning.

Dust Would Waft Softly, The Air Would Be Cool, And From Somewhere In The Distance, A Car's

 Headlights Would Flash, As If Someone Was Finger Waking The Road, Which Had Been Asleep All 

Night. As Children, The Streets Of Eksari Village Were Familiar To Us.

If We Heard The Sound Of A Vehicle Coming From A Distance, We Children Would Exclaim Without 

Even Looking- Hey, That’s Brother So And So's Car.

Not Every Vehicle Was As Young As Ours, But Its Gait Echoed The Sound Of Eksari Village.

The Sound Of Every Car Carried The Earthiness Of The Village And The Mischief Of Our Childhood.

As A Child, The Streets Of Eksari Village Were Awakened Not By Noise, But By The Familiar Sound Of 

Vehicles. In Those Days, There Were Fewer Vehicles, And The Village Was More Vibrant.

Eksari Village Street Was Not Just Any Ordinary Road- It Was A Theater Of Life Itself.

The Tinkling Of The Tam Tam In The Morning,Uncle Sohail's Roar In The Afternoon,

And The Rumble Of Uncle Gaffur's Horse Drawn Carriage In The Evening-

Each Sound Seemed To Tell A New Story.

As Children, We Considered This Street Not Just A Road, But Also Our Playground, Our World,

And Sometimes Even A Battlefield. This Is Where Our Story Begins-

The World Of The Street, The Shops, The Carts, And The Uncles-

Who Were As Grumpy As They Were Fun.

The Beauty Of Eksari Village Lies Not Just In Its Fields, Homes, And Old Mansions, But Also In The

Vehicles That Ply Its Path. Each Vehicle Carries Someone's Name, And That’s How It Identifies The 

People. Whenever A Loud Horn Sounds Or Dust Rises On The Village Roads, It Is Easy To Tell From 

Afar Who's Coming.

In The Eksari Village, Vehicles Are Not Just Vehicles, Each One Has Its Own Charm, Its Own Identity,

And Its Own Story.

Here, The Name Matters More Than The Engine- And A Name That People Recognize As Soon As They

 Hear It.

The Vehicles In The Eksari Village Streets Were Not Just Machines.

Each Vehicle Carried Someone’s Voice, Habits, And Personality.

As They Say, It’s The Person, Not The Car, Who Creates Authority. The Same Was True In The Eksari Village.

There’s Long Road Through The Eksari Village. Day Or Night, Not Just People Walk This Road.

Stories Walk Along It.

Here, The Vehicles Don’t Have Names- The Vehicles Themselves Are The Names. And Each Name Has 

Its Own Swagger, Its Own Gait, And Its Own Story.

In Eksari Village, Cars Did Not Just Run- Cars Were Identities. What Sounded Like What, How Did 

Someone Turn, Which Car Would Brake So Hard That People Would Peek Out The Window-

 Everyone Knew. The First Sound Of The Morning Would Be The Sound Of Tam Tam,

Then Gaffur Chacha, Narina, (Mitthu) Irfan Bhai, Azim Bhai, Nazar Bhai…

Their Cars Would Come Out Onto The Road One By One, 

And Each Car In This Parade Had Its Own Gait, Its Own Gait, Its Own Grandeur, And Its Own Story…

As Children, The Streets Of Eksari Village Were Alive With Some Kind Of Sound.

We Children Remembered The Sound Of Vehicles Like Someone Remembers Their Mother’s Tinkling 

Bangles. The Distant Sound Of A Rumbling Sound, The Ton Ton Sound, Or The Faint Screech Of A 

Vehicle’s Brakes… We Would Exclaim Without Even Looking- Hey, This Is That Brother's Car.

In Eksari Village, Vehicles Did Not Just Run,Vehicles Carried People’s Identities, Habits, Auras, And Entire Stories.

The Oldest And Most Reliable Form Of Transport In Eksari Village Was The Horse Drawn Carriage…

Which We Affectionately Called Tamtun.

The Morning Sun Had Barely Set Through The Trees When The Sound Of Tamtun's Horse Would Echo 

Through The Streets. As Soon As We Children Heard That Sound From A Distance, We Would Shout, 

Tamtun Is Here Come On, Let’s See The Horse.

Even The Horse Seemed To Recognize Us- Sometimes Nodding Its Head In Greeting, Sometimes 

Wagging Its Tail In A Playful Manner. And The Brother With The Tumtun.

Always The Same Smile, The Same Tilted Hat, And The Same Typical Village Style-

Get On, Son, The Horse Will Run Fast Today.

For Us, The Horse Drawn Carriage Was Not Just A Ride, It Was A Childhood Celebration.

Whether It Was The Market, A Fair, A Wedding, Or A Farm Trail-

The Tamtun Was King Of Every Route. The Jingle Of Its Bells And The Clatter Of Its Wheels Still Ring 

In Our Ears. They Say Times Have Changed… But In The Memories Of The Eksari Village, The Tamtun 

Is Still The Most Vivid Ride. These Carts Did Not Just Give Us A Destination,

They Gave Eksari Village Its Heartbeat. The Sounds Changed, The People Changed, But The Identity Of 

Those Carts- Still Resonates Somewhere Within Us.

Because The Eksari Village Carts Were Not Just Made Of Iron…

They Were The Speed That Ran Through The Palms Of Our Childhood.