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 →
OK people, be prepared for an out and out rant today. There's a global phenomenon that men laugh and also mutter oaths about- The Woman Driver. The way this paragon of road (un)worthiness is portrayed you'd think she was a combination of a sloth or a slug who was inching forward in traffic while other... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 