It requires a considerable amount of planning to board a flight at the last moment. It all began with a phone call.
There’s a plan in motion, a short and swift visit to Bannerghatta National Park, rolling with it? If only intuition had a voice of itself.
The wait kept adding weight to Time. It was a sunny morning rapidly shifting gears towards noon. Summer as it is, unlike most part of the country is quite pleasant here and little sips of coconut water just add to its charm.
Numerous mysteries surround us, to which we are always unaware. Such an incident unfolded – the phone found its voice back!
The heat as we know is quite notorious and always ends up playing tricks; to my amazement two distant figures became visible, could it have been a mirage? It seemed all too real for comfort. Isn’t being comfortable means, take your own time? Correct.
Happy to be here
So what do we have here, a dreamy smitzing snow leopard. Anyone who has seen pop-up books can relate how excitingly interesting it feels to see words take physical form.
Our lucky number 365 had run out of luck. So we had to settle for its duplicate. Duplicates as we all know always runs out fast. When one door closes, another opens; in this case, it was anything but closed! In commuter terms it’s popularly known as an Auto.
Yes, we live in an overly populated county, to which we are reminded every single day. So, how do you survive one, you look at the options. Take it or leave. Yes, those are options too and we took it. A prison on wheels to safeguard nature’s innocence.
What’s that thing?
To a common man, its sugarcane juice highly unlikely to be found in self-proclaimed flashy Capital. As unlikely to find unripe green mango with a dash of powdered chilly. All was fine, but leopard had clawed into candy- the cotton candy.
A sudden panic shrugged a determined who needed to be at the other part of the town. Backing up the cause others tried to march only to have been saved by the announcement.
First impression: Need to tone down the ass.
Moving on, like good old days of Jurassic Park for people who are as old as we are, slowly gates opened.
From there on let these pictures do the talking, courtesy of Smitzy.
Lately it seems, an unspoken bonding has been formed with fellow Auto. Let’s christen it: Assassins of DayLight. Yes, thatought to do it.
Yes, be there in 15 mins. If you have read the previous post, training helps.
How often have I wondered people looks with suspicious eyes when one packs too much of luggage. Strange, it holds the same when you pack none. It’s a breeze, slipping past everything – sort of a VIP.
You always hear announcements for VIP, don’t you?
Last call for Mister boarding flight..
Is it Missed-her, or mist-her? I’m always left with a strange afterthought.