Violent Morning

There! He slapped another bucketful of water on me. It was eight in the morning and the street had come alive, abuzz. Had he no sense of propriety, making a dripping wet spectacle of me, on a public road? Yellow cabs in the city are not allowed to complain. Such is my lot, our lot.

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4 Responses to Violent Morning

  1. Neetika says:

    That was quite funny! 😀

  2. rashmenon says:

    @cynthia, andy: 🙂 pleased to see the likes 🙂

  3. rashmenon says:

    @ The Silver Poet: 🙂 thank you 🙂

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