Well... it's an adventure if I am right.
Its forty minutes past three in the morning with heavy trucks and loaded trawlers buzzing by, I walked (or ran to be precise) from the Global hospital, Lakdi-ka-pool (Hindi: wooden bridge) to my house.
It took an unusual 25 minutes to cover the distance.
I was the only soul in the Police station lane also spanning the Forensic departments save a rag piper picking up the garbage from the disposal van.
And now still awake I am, writing this post. May this be a reminder for me until either Blogspot is alive.
