Ressurection of ze blawg

Our eyes met, on the busy street, that fine evening, not very long ago, (yesterday actually)
Magic happened, I lost track of time, of the crowds milling around us.
He was tall, dark and just about okay-ish. I, the girl next door (to the Shettys to be precise).
He stepped forward, I was rooted to the spot.
Magic happened yet again, music, all of a sudden (Shakira special).

Mi casa bika su casa bika
My bike or yours?

He gave up eventually. I had the unparalleled pleasure of the last glare.

I'd gotten my way (pun attempted, I suppose).

The traffic signal had conked off. I was heading home.
It's fun to vent your frustration on equally frustrated fellow riders, especially those in Pune.

(Inspired from Shakira's Hips Don't Lie)

Current Music: In dinon - Life In A Metro