July 4, a day known to many as Independence Day, honoring the birthday of the United States of America. To me, July 4 has a very special significance, for that very special day I was caught by the traffic police for so-called violation of traffic rules; for that very special day someone dared to steal some petrol from my bike that was parked outside a shopping mall, and it was a successful operation.... darn thugs; for that special day I rode nearly 10 miles or so deep down into the city only then to realize that I had left my purse at home, which holds my driving license, my ultra-precious credit card, which had expired say two years back..
July 4, for me, started off with a bang. I had to get up at around 5 in the morning, for I had to receive a friend from the railway station. Pulling up together, still half asleep, I ventured out into the fiery roads of Chennai. And Voila!!! At half past five, I could hardly find a soul driving down the road to give me company. Hehehe... I was loving my 12-mile ride, all the way to the railway station. Halfway through, to my horror, realized the fact that I had left my purse back home.
July 4, for me, started off with a bang. I had to get up at around 5 in the morning, for I had to receive a friend from the railway station. Pulling up together, still half asleep, I ventured out into the fiery roads of Chennai. And Voila!!! At half past five, I could hardly find a soul driving down the road to give me company. Hehehe... I was loving my 12-mile ride, all the way to the railway station. Halfway through, to my horror, realized the fact that I had left my purse back home.
What seemed to be a cool, breezy trip now looked to be a mousetrap set at every corners of the road. Every traffic police for me now seemed to be a threatening obstacle. Luckily finished off the first obstacle, somehow managed to reach the station in time. No chikli for parking my bike nor for platform ticket. I had to forego both sitting on my bike staring at the station entrance waiting for my friend. And out pops my friend who had baggages that would require a mini cargo truck to transport it. We settled in for an auto, docking the cargo and the passenger into the mini three-wheeled auto. Now comes Phase II, I had to repeat the same old trick trying to evade from the cops enroute home, praying of course. Virtually everyone I saw in beige-colored trousers made me cold feet. Somehow made it back home after wading through tough waters........ to be continued... why I love July 4...
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