At the IIT flyover red light, I was about to take a right turn to the road I have seemed to know forever. Sri Aurobindo Marg, which eventually would join MG Road to take me back home to Gurgaon. After a "brain storming" session with friends at the Barista, it was time to go home, leaving things undecided yet again. We, a bunch of restless friends, with different aspirations yet similar perspectives, were thinking of moving the inertia that has taken control of our lives. We were planning to do something new, something different and something effective, which would mark our contribution to the society that has given us much, thankfully. So, there I stood, at the red light. Waiting for my turn to turn. Suddenly, I see this little emaciated boy, who comes in front of my car, accompanied with a girl, who is carrying a large bunch of roses, completely withered by the harsh Delhi summers. She hands one of the roses to the boy. He places it right in front of me, on the windshield. B...
Trotting on, a regal symphony. Mighty yawn, teeth glowering ominously. That aberrated bark, are my Pug Marks!