We dodged through the rickshaws, the donkey carts and the gaudily decorated buses and headed to the bazar
We had to reach the bazaar , in which our old school stood, before the policeman, even though it was a Saturday. If we were to describe a situation it would be something like this: We were flying through the busiest road in all of Lahore on a vehicle which we had constructed only less than an hour ago, rushing to the school library before an overweight traffic policeman reached there. It was a Saturday but so it was even busier. How we were going to get into the heavily guarded school building was still a mystery. I could see in the side view mirror that the policeman was closing up behind us, stuffing his face with chocolate frosted donuts as his figure became bigger and bigger in the side view mirror…
My Odyssey 