The meter struck 73.80 at the place where we started.
In the evening when we started from campus together, there was only one motive: fix my lappy. everything went smooth till we reached the ever confusing Parklane. ( a place where one shop almost starts inside the other and sometimes starts from within or if you are lucky, you will find a staircase that go down from some dingy corridor) The work dint happen. (im sure you will be least interested to know)
Anyways, we had our tiny bit of shopping and a great dinner (amazing kidney roast it was. :D )
We started hunting for an auto. As soon as they heard Sitaphalmandi, every auto driver whooshed past us, without even thinking for a second. And one fellow stopped and we were delighted to get in and go back 'home'.
We happily sat, chatting carelessly just to look around and see unfamiliar places. We asked a scooter walah the way to secunderabad railway station. he told us to go to the opposite direction we were heading to. right then, a mini-truck stopped behind him and they started arguing, him getting off from the scooter, taking the key off and all, the other driver doing the same. we saw they were still arguing creating a huger traffic block from what was already there and left the scene feeling guilty for having created it.
We rode on and on... on and on.. on and on....
We saw a white gate and sighed with relief to see we were nearing the secunderabad railway tunnel. The relief lasted only till we saw in front of us, the one and only- the 'breathtaking' Hussain Sagar. The red-lighted Buddha smiled at us, the fountains sprayed out dark, dirty water and all three of us, dumbstruck looked at each other. We went straight to know that we were to take the opposite direction. (Yes, the Buddha was right, Red means stop! we dint listen!) Came back straight away and this time the Buddha was Blue.
We rode on and on.. on and on.. on and on...
The meter struck 73.80 at the place where we started.
We rode on, the correct way this time, hoping against hopes to not see the scooter walah and truck walah arguing in the midst of the road. it would have been filmy (-er) if we did, ;) but then!
P.S: We, Jasmine, Shaheer and I would like to express our sincere gratitude to the autowalah, who had no clue where he was taking us; for stopping at every petrol bunk asking for an LPG refill. we would also like to thank the scooter walah for leading us to the exact opposite direction and last, but not at all the least, to each and every person who was driving recklessly in the traffic, for playing safe with us and letting us reach back in one piece.
And Thara, without whom we would have been stuck in that auto with an empty purse till god knows when!!
Thank you! :)
In the evening when we started from campus together, there was only one motive: fix my lappy. everything went smooth till we reached the ever confusing Parklane. ( a place where one shop almost starts inside the other and sometimes starts from within or if you are lucky, you will find a staircase that go down from some dingy corridor) The work dint happen. (im sure you will be least interested to know)
Anyways, we had our tiny bit of shopping and a great dinner (amazing kidney roast it was. :D )
We started hunting for an auto. As soon as they heard Sitaphalmandi, every auto driver whooshed past us, without even thinking for a second. And one fellow stopped and we were delighted to get in and go back 'home'.
We happily sat, chatting carelessly just to look around and see unfamiliar places. We asked a scooter walah the way to secunderabad railway station. he told us to go to the opposite direction we were heading to. right then, a mini-truck stopped behind him and they started arguing, him getting off from the scooter, taking the key off and all, the other driver doing the same. we saw they were still arguing creating a huger traffic block from what was already there and left the scene feeling guilty for having created it.
We rode on and on... on and on.. on and on....
We saw a white gate and sighed with relief to see we were nearing the secunderabad railway tunnel. The relief lasted only till we saw in front of us, the one and only- the 'breathtaking' Hussain Sagar. The red-lighted Buddha smiled at us, the fountains sprayed out dark, dirty water and all three of us, dumbstruck looked at each other. We went straight to know that we were to take the opposite direction. (Yes, the Buddha was right, Red means stop! we dint listen!) Came back straight away and this time the Buddha was Blue.
We rode on and on.. on and on.. on and on...
The meter struck 73.80 at the place where we started.
We rode on, the correct way this time, hoping against hopes to not see the scooter walah and truck walah arguing in the midst of the road. it would have been filmy (-er) if we did, ;) but then!
P.S: We, Jasmine, Shaheer and I would like to express our sincere gratitude to the autowalah, who had no clue where he was taking us; for stopping at every petrol bunk asking for an LPG refill. we would also like to thank the scooter walah for leading us to the exact opposite direction and last, but not at all the least, to each and every person who was driving recklessly in the traffic, for playing safe with us and letting us reach back in one piece.
And Thara, without whom we would have been stuck in that auto with an empty purse till god knows when!!
Thank you! :)
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