when the morning sun falls on my wide open terrace and filters in thru the wire mesh of the front door, the day looks so beautiful, eager to accept one in its warm embrace for a fruitful journey ahead...and then the eyes go to the clock, which says it is 10' o clock and the heart misses a beat.. again late for work....why do we have the habit of watching television till late in the night with nuthin really to watch only to get up late and get late for work...can we ever be in time...forget about about early? and then starts the madenning drive thru the mad city traffic...three wheelers, rickshaws, tempos, phatphatis...all out there trying to prove their skills not giving a penny of a thought to civility and patience...what is the hurry? why is the hurry? if u r late then might as well accept it and make good use of the rest of the day... the saving grace is the FM radio that beams its non-stop nonsense and songs to keep one's mind off the madness on the roads...and then that fa
time out from the rush hour....