Realised that im a total, total drama queen.
Also realised that conjunctivitis is doing the rounds and hence i must be extra careful about my hygiene. Though I must say that dilli is one city where people will happily pretend to have kunjee if that means they can show off their brand new shades (oye, mere prada to dekho!)
There is a massive scope of “zen”-isms when it comes to motorbikes and riding. For instance, on potholed roads remember to stay calm and stick to your path. But do not be so stubborn as to not choose another path if it seems less bumpy.
On water clogged streets, keep a constant speed. Slow but constant cause if you stop then it will be really hard to start again.
And so on and so forth.
My mood is pretty upbeat at this exact instant since there are plans being formed to visit the desserts. It has been more than a year since I have done any of the crazy, last minute, dude-where-does-this-bus go type travelling.
Cannot bloody wait.
Tra la la la la
and I hop around, all swirly pig tails.
If i had hair, i would totally get pig tails. Like seriously. Insert metal spikes in them with sharp pointy ones.
Fuck that would make an uber cool japanese manga villain!
Like this cute girl (with the mandatory short skirt) jumping down the street, people with their throats being slashed as she hops, skips and jumps her way through the crowd.
Inspiration for the above thought may be found here.