winding whirlpools...

I have been sitting here and twirling a stray strand of hair between my fingers. quite fed up of running them endlessly on the keyboard. I feel like a good long walk on a beach but ..... a big fat but...I live in bangalore... where walking on a beach toh dooor dooor bahut dooor ki baath he pavement pe bhi nahin chal sakthe. the roads are clogged and this pattern has moved onto the pavements as well. I have often found myself jumpinf into those tiny and thankfully dry drains that run in front of most houses, under the area between the gate and the road. funny sight I am telling you. Hauling two bags and managing to maintain my modesty at the same time with the balancing act thrown in as the last straw was but is no longer a big deal. I have been mastering the art for two months now. Kudos to my ilk :) when will the flyover ever be completed? God alone ... sorry! the government and all the babus and their middlemen only know.