As a guy without a bike, and an expenditure allowances not big enough to afford Taxis all the while, I am getting inside a BMTC bus, yes, the white and blue coloured Bus, with a brown tint shade all over.[ no, dats not dust, dats the make of the body].
Since there are many more guys and gals in the city without a bike and with an expenditure allowances as big as Kapil Sibals IQ, the bus is full….
BEEP BEEP... oh that is an SMS.
BEEP BEEP
BEEP BEEP
With strain I pull my mobile out of my pocket and read the
message, something that demands a reply, m trying to type with one hand,
holding the overhead iron pole with the other, and here he comes... the guy
next to me badly wants to read the message I m typing. I am irritated and I
send the message.
Hardly 30 secs.
Beep beep.
This time when I type the reply, I add
“One bastard is peeping into my message and so I will tell you later".
“One bastard is peeping into my message and so I will tell you later".
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