Hello Pune, where is everyone?
It took me 09m:09s from Shimla Office to the Race Course today. At 11:45 a.m. It looked, frankly, dystopian! I am used to the crowds, the traffic jams, the idiots who don’t care for their (or other road users’) safety, the potholes, the cows, the stray dogs, the urchins playing at the signals, the wrong-way traffic, the suicidal pedestrians, the homicidal bus drivers, the metro workers, the pipe layers, the road divider waterers, the crazy lorry drivers, the lightening fast poster stickers, the gymnastic hoarding putters up, the saintly and disinterested policemen, the erratic traffic lights, the faded zebra crossings, and the assorted nut-cases that inhabit our roads and thereabouts.
I felt, strangely, lonely. Come back, you silly, loveable maniacs. All is forgiven.
P.S.: Did you catch my little dance at the red light? I was listening to ‘Blinding Lights.’ Apt, methinks.
