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I'm attractive...

...though not in the conventional sense. The hour-long bus jaunt back home is a period when most techies feel overwhelmingly sleepy after a hard day' s work. Many would slip into a deep slumber had it not been for the pothole-ridden roads of Bangalore. My next-seater (keeps changing) joins the tribe of wannabe slumbering travelers...and invariably begins to slump towards yours truly. And since I always take the window seat, my face is stuck between the window pane and a wobbling head. I silently suffer in my entrapment with nowhere to turn. Why can't the bugger tilt towards the aisle?
Today's culprit was especially intimate. I could feel the radiant heat from his head!

Comments

Anonymous said…
or...you could consider taking the aisle seat next time!
Deepanjan said…
But I love the window seat!
Vivek said…
So do I. Thankfully, my bus is a 2x1 & no prizes for guessing which seat I prefer.
Deepanjan said…
The best of both the worlds!
Sebastian said…
http://nachowski.blogspot.com/2005/12/pune-on-google-earth.html
Deepanjan said…
Sabu, thanks for the link. I just loved the Fergusson snap!

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