1. on the drive from my place to my sister's, the auto stops at a traffic signal, and i hear a strange, low-pitched hnnananahnnannanahnanna emanating from the general directon of the auto driver; this accompanied by a rapid clicking. i don't see the driver's lips move, i don't see anything else in the vicinity that the sound could be coming from. the light changes to green, and the hnnananahnnannanahnanna stops. the next red light, the same low drone. it was definitely the driver, and i figure he was chanting something, and keeping count of the number with what sounded like that click thing from the Axe advertisement. weird.
2. a man on a bike wearing a helmet with a visor and everything; a white and grey office-type shirt; a saffron lungi; barefoot.
3. the security guard outside leena's place all wrapped up in a blanket, lying on a platform, with his head four inches above the ground propped up by nothing.
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1. must be counting number of goodlooking women who've set foot in his auto.
2. zonk
3. he must be resting on his laurels
1. he couldn't stop counting when i sat in the auto cos my beauty surpasses the collective beauty of all the women who've been there.
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