Old Bathinda roads taught people to pay attention early.
You watched traffic, heat, animals, bikes, potholes, horns, and human unpredictability all at once.
Nothing about moving through the city was passive.
You learned timing, alertness, and a certain kind of survival instinct that later looked a lot like common sense.
Maybe that is why people from Bathinda often seem direct and practical.
The roads themselves trained us a little.
Even now, returning there wakes up an older version of attention inside the body.
If one Bathinda road still lives in your reflexes, name it here.