Chapter 2 - THE SUMMER OF THE BEAUTIFUL WHITE HORSE

One day back there in the good all days when I was 9 and the words was full of every image kind of magnificance and life was dealer Delhi dietful and mysterious dream my cousin Murad who was crazy why everybody who can you him except me came to my how is at 4 in the morning and walk me up tapping on the window of my room. Aaram he said. I jump out of wed and looked out of the window. I could not believe what I show. I will not morning at, what is was summer and with day break comma. I could not I believe what I should. I was not morning yet but I was summer and with not many minutes around the corner of the world in the it was light IGNOU for me not dreaming my cousin Moradabad sitting on a beautiful White horse. I stop my head out of the window and rubbed my eyes. Yes said in American it is yours you are not dreaming make it quick if you want to write. I cannot my cousin Murad enjoyed believe then anybody else who had every fall in to the world by mistake what this was more than even I could believe. In the first place, my earliest memories had been memories of earth is and my first long is a had win long is to ride. This was the wonderful part in the second place we where poor this was the part that would not permit me to believe them want I show. Would not permit me to be why to show had no money. Every branch of the family was living in the most amazing and comical property in the world nobody could understand where we every got money with food in a level is not given the old man of the family most important of all throw we will famous for you honestly we had win famous for honestly for something like 11 centuries 11 when he said win the weight last family in the wheeling to think was the world.no no office would taken advantage of anybody in the world, let an launched Steel. Even though I could see the horse so even what I could simile it so lovely, even though I could hear it brightening so exciting and I could not believe the horse and anything to do with my cousin Morad of or with me or with any of the members of family asleep of awake because I cannot my cousin Mora could not have about the horse and he could not have not it is must have to learn it and refuse in it. I started first at cousin and then at the horse there was a till next and humour in the of which in the one hand me and another friend at me Murad I said where did of Steel this was question mark leave out of the window he said you want to write. It was true, then. He had stolen the horse there was no question about it. He said come to invite me to write or not I choose. Well it is same to me stealing hours for ride was not the same thing as telling something else such as money. For all like you know maybe eyes was not a stealing at all. If your crazy about horses the my cousin Murad and I wear, is what net stealing I would not become stealing until we offer to sell the horse which of course is never do let me put on some clothes I said. All right, he said, but Hari. I live. In 6 month and the latest he said he through the word into the air. The word right hard, almost free tu, what is last few away and straight early every morning for 2 weeks my cousin morada and I took the horse out of the one of the Vineyard where hiding it and road it, and every morning the horse small trees and through and run away. Never tell us I hoped into the learn to write the way my cousin Murad road. Let me to do the talking my cousin Murad said. I have a way with farmers. Good morning mama said to the farmer. The former studies. Good morning of my friend, he said. But is the name of your horse question mark my heart Mokama my cousin Murad said is American a lovely name, John by RO said, for a lovely horse. I could swear it is the hours that was stolen from many weeks ago. May I look into his month. Of courses the farmer loked into the mouth of the horse that they would as somebody else, he said. I have a way with dogs. My cousin Rajput horse that had been stolen and returned. I do not cannot what to think, he said. The horse is strong or then ever. Wet temporated to. I think god. My uncle who was in the parlour we can irritated and shorted, quit. Your horse has been written.pay no attention to it .