The security guards at the parking lot were pale after a tiring day. Friday meant it was empty at that hour, drove out slowly, small workaholic heads still peeping out of the building windows.
The stretch between the Shell petrol pump and Kundalahalli gate is always heavenly smooth. The shivering old woman at the Marathalli bridge tried her luck again and knocked the car window. Looked the other way as Rubeena said "Dil to hai dil" from "Muqaddar ka sikandar".
A group of young people crossed the busy junction to give life to their weekend plans, caring two hoots for the green signal. A cyclist blocked my car, slowed down, and let him go. The traffic cop was busy, the criticism notwithstanding. On the lonely old airport road, an old man was carrying a small kid on his shoulders, wondered where he might be going at that hour.
Got engrossed in Kumar Sanu as he crooned, "Madhosh dil kee dhadkan" on the Suranjan Das road. Suddenly a bike turned right from the opposite lane. Braked hard and felt a sharp pain on my injured right ankle. Brought down the car window as choicest desi abuses almost spilled over, controlled and closed the window, one of my new year resolutions! :)
It took Kishore Kumar to soothe the pain and anger. Turned right at BEML, workers having a passionate chat among themselves. Perhaps hike?
Saw the man at the laundry and remembered the teddy we need to collect. The tailor was busy in his shop and I turned left into my apartment. A car honked hard from behind. Maybe he couldn't wait to reach home.
The gullible apartment security again wondered where I would park and ran here and there in confusion. I smiled and pointed towards my parking space.
Entered sweet home, my wife smiling at me while simultaneously watching her serial with interest, trying to hide the remote. Looks cute when she does that. :)
Happens every night, me alone with myself in my car, listening to music and watching the world around me.
Was a bit more intimate today, somehow...
The stretch between the Shell petrol pump and Kundalahalli gate is always heavenly smooth. The shivering old woman at the Marathalli bridge tried her luck again and knocked the car window. Looked the other way as Rubeena said "Dil to hai dil" from "Muqaddar ka sikandar".
A group of young people crossed the busy junction to give life to their weekend plans, caring two hoots for the green signal. A cyclist blocked my car, slowed down, and let him go. The traffic cop was busy, the criticism notwithstanding. On the lonely old airport road, an old man was carrying a small kid on his shoulders, wondered where he might be going at that hour.
Got engrossed in Kumar Sanu as he crooned, "Madhosh dil kee dhadkan" on the Suranjan Das road. Suddenly a bike turned right from the opposite lane. Braked hard and felt a sharp pain on my injured right ankle. Brought down the car window as choicest desi abuses almost spilled over, controlled and closed the window, one of my new year resolutions! :)
It took Kishore Kumar to soothe the pain and anger. Turned right at BEML, workers having a passionate chat among themselves. Perhaps hike?
Saw the man at the laundry and remembered the teddy we need to collect. The tailor was busy in his shop and I turned left into my apartment. A car honked hard from behind. Maybe he couldn't wait to reach home.
The gullible apartment security again wondered where I would park and ran here and there in confusion. I smiled and pointed towards my parking space.
Entered sweet home, my wife smiling at me while simultaneously watching her serial with interest, trying to hide the remote. Looks cute when she does that. :)
Happens every night, me alone with myself in my car, listening to music and watching the world around me.
Was a bit more intimate today, somehow...
Dude... can you give some food to that old shivering old woman...
ReplyDeleteLove ur narration... always...espeically this part..."my wife smiling at me while simultaneously watching her serial with interest, trying to hide the remote"........ Cheers dada.. :)
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