There was a time when I was completely reliant on public transport – buses, trains, autorickshaws – that they were a part of my everyday life. But after getting married I have come to use public transport so rarely that on the seldom occasions that I take a share auto, I actually walk out of it absent-minded without paying and the poor autowala has to run after me calling “Madam, paise.. paise..” Shame on me!
My friends say I am a very hyperactive, noisy person; although my blogs might not reflect that. I blog mainly about confused feelings I get from insane reveries I have. I have to be super-depressed, super-excited or super-pissed off to write, thereby making my writing pretty much emotional (or so people tell me). There have been people who have loved me for what I write, there have also been people who have despised me for it. Whichever way, I continue to write because I believe in doing what I like, no matter what others say.
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