Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
It suddenly occured to me, after I took three autos in the course of the same day, that Indian autos are quite like the Knight Bus from the Harry Potter stories. And while I am yet to meet a Stan Shunpike, the magic I think, is in the ways Indian autos manage to wriggle in... Continue Reading →
TO has a last moment-scheduled cricket match; AGAIN. But we're happy to get up at the butt crack of dawn on our weekend to see our only flesh and blood off for a game with other small humans who will trash talk each other and going by their past record, lose, and come back in... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 