I am wandering aimlessly in my head as I am walking towards the exit of my college.
“Oye, rickshaw!”
The rickshaw takes a sharp turn and leisurely arrives at where I am standing.
“8th floor,” I say.
Blank.
Blank.
“Madam, kidhar jaana hai?”
Moral of the story:When you think the rickshawwala is your liftman, you are stuck in an everyday rut. Get out.
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