Nightmares of the New Night time Driver
Glossy roads from heavy rains Car lights that poke you in the eye Men that cross the road for you to hit them Tottering drunkards all Hamlet- like Wannabe drunkards who park in d middle of the lane Bikes overtaking u from both sides Buses that insist they scrape u as a gift Potholes that appear from nowhere - to cross or not to cross so they can grab th eir night bottles Cars that decide to rush before you as soon as you try to get on the main road What wonderful Indian roads!