What You Do When Nobody Important Is Watching?
Hi… I am Ayaan. And this is something I saw on a Friday evening that I'm still thinking about. I was tired. The week had done what weeks do taken everything – and asked for a little more. So, Friday evening I just rode. No destination. No plan. Just Bangalore and an open road cool breeze. Then I saw the car passing by. A black Mercedes. Luxury sedan. Moving smoothly through traffic the way expensive things tend to — effortlessly, like the road had been expecting it. I stayed close. I had a picture in my head, maybe I just wanted to see the kind of person who drives the car. The car stopped at a signal. I pulled up beside it. And then, the front door opened slightly. The driver spat. Right there. On the road. Without hesitation. My eyes wide open seeing that. Then — as if one moment wasn't enough — the people in the back seat casually tossed empty chips wrappers out of the window. The signal turn...
