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“And he said...

...when you ride in the rickshaw of life, who will drag your thoughts along with you.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“She looked with pleasure at the blue cushioned seat and the hood to protect the rider from sun or rain. How very strange it felt merely to sit above those turning wheels, and bowl gently down the street! And to watch the trotting legs of the rickshaw man before her in the shafts! Since she had grown too big to be lifted astride her father’s shoulder or her mother’s hip, Momo had never been carried by anything but her own strong legs, She laughed aloud with pleasure at this strange sensation, and the coolie turning, grinned at her and called to her cheerfully, “Tsk bai, baccha!”�� (All right, little girl!)”
― Louise S. Rankin, Daughter of the Mountains