Reveda: Youngest Rickshaw Puller

WHERE ARE WE?

Is that what you are wondering? Don't worry you are safe with me.....in "my" den- aka blog. I know you have another question brewing in your mind.........Who is this "my"????
I am sorry I should have told you first...My name is Reveda- I am a grand daughter, daughter, niece, sister....and a friend too!
This blog is my own space. Here, you will get to read about my day to day activities- activities that will remind you of your own childhood, motherhood, fatherhood so on and so forth... Expectant mothers will get a peek-a-boo into what they can expect few months down the line. People who don't fall in any of the above categories can take a flight back into their own childhood to find that they were no different than me. I guarantee you a fun reading.
Not to mention, your advice and comments are welcome.
And, let me answer you before you ask another question- I am blogging on words lent by my father; narrative is purely mine as I create situations for him to write. Want to know more about me Press here

Friday, April 23, 2010

Youngest Rickshaw Puller

Youngest Rickshaw Puller????? Yes, that's me!

A rickshaw, that my parents had bought from an antique shop four years ago is no longer safe in the show case; it is being put to use by me effectively on the bed and ground.....A big votary of "Activity based learning", that my father is, extremely happy to see this development......Here are few pictures of my latest rick ride.....

My love for rickshaws has fuelled interest in all moving vehicles......I can now identify cars, buses, trucks, tanker, tractor, cycle and scooter plying on the road....infact I have also started identifying cars by their make/brand.......so whenever I see a Maruti Swift, my finger goes up in the direction of that Swift car........with an exclamatory "Aaaaalooooot".........meaning that's the same car that my father drives!

Thank you Rickshaw for fuelling that interest in vehicles!

My papa got a taste of my liking few days back when I refused to be taken in a car......It was then, my mom decided to rent a rickshaw to ferry me back home; papa had no choice but to drive back home, lonely so.