Trying to find an address in some of the “ chiggy wiggy ” lanes of Borivali (W), I took a halt under the shade of a bus stop to figure out exactly where I was and where I should proceed next. With the little visiting card, on which was the address where I wanted to go, I tried to fan myself for some cool breeze – no use, though. I began to wipe the trickles of my sweat that streamed down from my forehead and went on to kiss my cheeks. After a few “ phews ” and “ haaas ” and " husssh ", I started looking around again. My eyeballs bounced upon an advertisement on one of the wall on the other side of the road. That was the only ad on that wall, the rest just said “ Yethe Mutu Naye ”, “ Yahan Peshaab Karna Mana Hai ”, “ Kripaya Paan Khake Na Thukein ”, “ Stick No Bills ”, and other similar warning messages. No one really cared to read though – three men were standing facing the wall pouring their warm feelings on the warning message that told them not to do so. Coming back to th
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