On a recent trip to Bengaluru, I hailed the holy grail of transportation in India, the veritable three wheeler, the auto rickshaw!
As I sat in my seat, clutching firmly to my bag and life, as the driver flicked through the traffic; a strange thing happened. An unnatural force, something pure evil stopped my auto. It was the demon of the red light, helped in his endeavors by the fellow demon the traffic jam.
Agitated with the possibility of being late I cursed under my breath and noticed something. The driver casually killed the engine and took out a newspaper, folded his legs and starting reading about the relationship status of a B town celebrity.
The humble bangalorian taught this finicky Delhite (a temporary arrangement) a thing or two about keeping cool!
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