An adventure - 1

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.

fortnight after

Writing approximately a fortnight after my b'day. Usually and coincidentally most of  the posts come on Tuesday but today, its a day earlier :-).
The interesting work to my credit within this interval was my (yes, myself alone) shopping at rhytu aka. the  farmer's bazaar, near Mehdipatnam Garrison on the forth day of this very month, a day short of the festival of lights - The Deepavali.
Though I have been visiting this place since I was a lad of five, usually on all the Sundays, this was my first instance of my being partially alone.
Comparatively less fireworks and explosives were "detonated" this year... none by me.
The last I celebrated this festival with a age old cone shaped firework some four years ago.