Memories of a ₹1 Ticket

In the pocket of an old red bag, I keep a few of my treasured memories. One of them is a ₹1 ticket. Let me take you back to June 2004. I stood at an empty bus stop with my grandfather, staring into the horizon for the faint outline of the local bus. Soon enough, just beside the orange glow of the sun, a pale blue shape appeared. It was my first day of fifth standard, and for the first time I would…