And when an autorickshaw full of little schoolgirls, decides to shout a jingle across the crossroads while you're walking in the morning, what can you do but smile. :)
Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me.
May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.
