November 09, 2008

Miles to go

Second gear slips a lot. I make quite a jump from the first to third. Twenty minutes wasted in fixing the tyre puncture. Damaged roads and sleeping men. I can't help running late. I slow down to 15 and pull into the dhaba. Waking up irritatedly someone curses aloud. "Asshole!" I know it's me. But right now, I need a tea.

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