There I sit, in the middle of good old Bareilly traffic —
Unmoving. Unblinking. Accepting my fate with zen-like grace.

And behind me… one hopeful honker.
Going at it like his horn has magical powers.

Clearly, he believes that if he just honks long enough…
my humble chotu si car will suddenly grow wings,
sprout a propeller, and take off like a space mission in reverse gear.

Above puddles. Above polite overtakes.
Above all of us simple earthlings… straight to Mars.

But alas, dear sir…
My car doesn’t respond to desperation decibels.
It responds to physics. And patience.

So instead of trying to shatter my eardrums,
maybe just… take a deep breath, enjoy the drizzle,
and accept what Bareilly teaches best — jugaad, thoda wait, aur full vibes.

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Suvi’s Scribbles