Dubey’s uncle had become a frequent visitor to our house for this reason.Revolution 2020 is a dramatic love story by best-selling author Chetan Bhagat which incorporates themes of corruption and politics into the novel. After her death, the land dispute started. She died two weeks after I turned four, I don’t remember much of her or her death.īaba did say he had to wear her dupatta and sleep next to me for a month. My mother’s illness had wiped out all his savings. My father didn’t give me any pocket money, and he didn’t have much money in his own pocket. I wanted to buy a chocolate cake and slam it on her desk. I wondered if I could give some laddoos to drama queen Aarti as compensation for the cake. “You’ve got a hearing date.” Dubey uncle said. Baba and I faced him across our ancient dining table. Dubey’s uncle, our lawyer, pushed a small box of four laddoos towards us. “I didn’t steal your tiffin’ I said ‘I had three bites of your chocolate cake. ‘Go complain,’ I said, ‘Go’ “How can you steal my tiffin?” she said. ‘You are scribbling on the walls!” she said. She continued to stare at me as she came closer. She came out of the toilet-face wet, drama-queen expression intact and gaze firmly fixed on me – and walked back to the class. I used it to scribble ‘5 c’ on the wall It had helped me pass the time, and would make our class easier to find too. It is the people who make it dirty.Īnyway, they say you must come to Varanasi once in a lifetime. holy and spiritual – especially when we have to introduce it to foreign tourists. So the crowds of Gadholia becomes too much to take, you can always run to the ghats and sit by the Ganga and watch Ty the temples. Gadholia is near the ghats, along the river Ganga.
I stay near Gadbolia, a place so noisy, you need to put cotton balls in your ears if you won’t sleep.
Some call it the city of Temples, for we have thousands of them, and some the city of learning, as Varanasi apparently has great places to study.
People call my city several names – Kashi, Benares, or Banaras – depending on where they come from. The city gets its name from two rivers, Varuna and Asi, which pass through the city and meet the Ganga. I come from Varanasi, which my social studies teacher says is one of the oldest cities on earth. After all, a ten-year-old thief isn’t exactly a likable person to begin with I must tell you, even though this is my story, you won’t like me very much. Anyway, that’s how I, Gopal Mishra, met the great Aarti Pratap Pradhan. It was only half a slice of chocolate cake!’ I thought. Aarti wiped her eyes and walked past me towards the toilet *Drama queen! I leaned against the wall outside the class.
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