As I pushed my cycle on the  pavement, I was solicited from behind. Staccato honking as if somebody is communicating in morse code. As I turned back, I was assaulted by the arrogant strong fragrance. Svelte she was, on the bright coloured scooter, riding on the pavement in a tearing hurry to jump the massive jam on the ITPL road.  Just another idiot in the sillycon city.

“I come from the world of code, where nothing is slowed
When I ride on the road, I honk at every slow nematode”

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