As a child, my friends and I walked from our village to school two kilometers away in Thana town. The only mode of transport for travel within the town were horse-drawn tangas or tongas. We couldn’t afford to use them on a daily basis. The squeaky state transport buses didn’t ply inside the old, quaint town. When we went to Bombay city, we trudged the nearly 4-km distance to the Thana railway station to board a train.
I recall in my childhood, along with my friends, climbing the banyan tree in the centre of our village, to get a better, panoramic view from above. Behind the banyan tree was a small Shiv Mandir. After school, we would meet and spend joyful hours under the shade of that banyan tree.