On my way back home, the other day, I suffered a moment of insanity.
The crowd that day was double of the usual. The bags, more full than usual. The heat, more merciless than usual. The women, more annoying, more sweaty, more grumpy, more space consuming, more chidchida (hindi for irritable) than usual. So obviously, i was getting stepped on more than usual. It soon got to such an extent that my mind thought it was best, for me, in a situation like that to randomly start laughing. Not giggling-discreetly-to-self kind of laughter, but the OHGOODLORD-that-was-crazy-hilarious! kind.
Good fun. Good fun.
The crowd that day was double of the usual. The bags, more full than usual. The heat, more merciless than usual. The women, more annoying, more sweaty, more grumpy, more space consuming, more chidchida (hindi for irritable) than usual. So obviously, i was getting stepped on more than usual. It soon got to such an extent that my mind thought it was best, for me, in a situation like that to randomly start laughing. Not giggling-discreetly-to-self kind of laughter, but the OHGOODLORD-that-was-crazy-hilarious! kind.
Good fun. Good fun.
No comments:
Post a Comment