Cars cars everywhere. .not a space to park !
It was an American or a British car Prefect Ford. And before that it was Austin and God knows what else. The fact was that we were used to cars. We had several drivers - among them Murari was the one whom I still remember. He used to take us to school & back. He was a die hard fan of Bade Gulam Ali Khan and loved to play the tabla too. On occasions our father used to come too. On those occasions we were sure to end up at The Great Eastern Hotel for some titbits. During those days there were few cars on road in Calcutta and we were never late to school or wherever we had to go. It was through these drivers that I finally learnt driving at the tender age of 15/16. After the demise of my father (we were merely teenagers then) friends started pouring in- they were all sorts of young men with various motives. Some among them weren't that bad while few others had their own agendas. I still remember the day when our ca