I have innocuous and innocent habit of playing with my hair during driving; twisting my black hair around my index finger, curling it up - I just love doing it (Better with "Ae Naazni Suno Na" kind of music playing in the background.)
Lately however, I cannot afford a moment's distraction in the Bangalore traffic, let alone play with my hair. Indifferent motorists: two wheels trying to get past busy traffic, call centre cabs trying to overtake - leave me a nonexistent chance of seeking pleasure during driving. With one hand on the gear stick, second on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road, and mind working hard to avoid accidents - I am even oblivious to my favorite songs playing on the radio.
Every time I spot a Traffic Inspector on the road, I cannot help but recollect this question, for of late, I yearn for a pleasant drive.
Lately however, I cannot afford a moment's distraction in the Bangalore traffic, let alone play with my hair. Indifferent motorists: two wheels trying to get past busy traffic, call centre cabs trying to overtake - leave me a nonexistent chance of seeking pleasure during driving. With one hand on the gear stick, second on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road, and mind working hard to avoid accidents - I am even oblivious to my favorite songs playing on the radio.
Every time I spot a Traffic Inspector on the road, I cannot help but recollect this question, for of late, I yearn for a pleasant drive.