My commute time has increased a lot since I joined the office. So I get a lot of time to think while I drive and wait at signals. While some days I think of extremely profound Zen stuff, today was not that day. Today I was thinking about buying soap and eating cornflakes for dinner, about how X person in the office should pay more attention when I talk, I also thought that humans should get rid of horns on vehicles, about why anyone would name their son Tiger and such. While I did this, a girl sitting on the bike next to me poked me with her index finger and said “Hey, I love your tattoo.”
Dear stranger who gave me a compliment on Nal-stop, Pune,
if you are reading this post, know that you made a very annoyed girl, who had a long day at work, smile. Not everyone turns to inconsequential people to say appreciative things to them. So, YOU GO GIRL.