The construction worker's kid playing on the felled tree. Pure joy.
A Bajaj Pulsar going at an unbelievably high speed. Its rider weighs at least 150kg.
The durbaan says "Thank you, Sir" as we walk out of the restaurant. I should thank him for sparing the salute.
A drunkard sleeping on the road in the hot sun. No daaru this month. Had a little too much in February.
A really pretty Firang babe. Extremely attractive, to the extent that I take the stairs instead of the elevator so as to get a direct look.
A taxi driver swinging in his seat to 'wo ladki bahut yaad aati hai'. A few seconds later I find myself humming the same song. Damn!
A bunch of fellows drenched in colours. Somehow it evens out the differences between people.
A squashed rose in the middle of the street. Only a fortnight was enough for it to lose all value.
Another kid, in a lemon yellow frock. Reminds me of bygone days. 12 years suddenly feels like a very short time.
5 comments:
"pretty" firang babe? are you referring to the same one? "pretty" doesnt just cut it. search for some better superlatives.
besides, this was a fodu, proper babe. you would be willing to stalk anyone who was half as good looking as she was :P
"A squashed rose in the middle of the street." - fourth year senti? :)
@sidkc: no, nothing of that sort. i was just wondering how it would've been worth a fortune for valentine's day. now it lies in the middle of the street, being run over by all the vehicles.
Well who knows? maybe some other smartass rose took away all its fortune. Perhaps the only reason it was there was to remind you of some recent analogy... *yawn*
@neon: you really need to find something new (and better) to engage your thoughts.
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