I am truly lucky that my dad comes from a big family. Big in the sense, 8 kids i.e 4 girls and 4 boys. My dad is the 7th of the lot. okay, all that aside, i have many cousins and whats more fun than going out with cousins huh? (when i could that is, due my oh so delicate condition, while growing up).
One fond memory of an outing, that i try to hold onto (half gone sadly) is that of a ride in the rain with my 3 elder cousins. We had been visiting our younger cousins place and lost track of time. Looking out of the window, Eldest bro is like 'lets go NOW!'. So, this time i got onto his bike and oh boy! am i glad i did.
It was like a race against the elements (it was!). 3 minutes into a highly frighteningly bouncy road (me holding onto his shoulders for dear life, so that i don't fall off), he stops and is like 'where are the other 2?'. In our hurry to get home before we get caught in the rain, we totally forgot that elder sis's scooty could not go over the peed of 60 km/ph.
After like 5 minutes of waiting, we see her and my other elder bro, coming slowly up the road, and boy does sis look irritated! 'Idiot!', she yelled as she passed by and elder bro yells at the top of his lungs in the funniest way! Next minute, BOOM! CRASH! and rain descends on us! Well, so much for trying to out run the elements.....
we got drenched alright! so drenched in fact, that we could have as well had another bath! By the time we reached their house, our clothes were stuck to us like we were dipped in glue. A round of scoldings from aunt followed. But we didn't mind! this was truly a ride to remember.....
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