chappan solah...teen sau pandrah....

hmmm...and we are at it again....

chappan solah (5616) is a white Tavera...a call centre cab....and 315 was the number on it in orange...some internal identification i guess...so how does it become a part of my life??...hmmm...interesting hai...

so today morning...drving down to office...scowling and on the verge of crying (if monday mornings dont do it to you...then u need a life)...was rudely overtaken...wrong side se...by 5616...and me being me...chased down the bugger...and there sitting next to the rear door...was miss chappan solah....whoops....one of the best faces i have seen for a long long time...

just instinctively...looked in the rear view mirror....and yeah my hair was just abt...perfect...switched off the songs...silence was beautiful....and the car just kept behind hers...and the babe just dint know...she was mumbling something...prayers i thought....or humming a song maybe....the lips were just perfect....the movement more so....hair neatly tucked behind the ears...my ears straining to hear her speak......and then she moved her hand to turn a page in the book she was reading...waahhoow...i like ppl who read...and i love those who move their lips while doing it...:)

so i became the teenager i was...for the next 15 minutes...following her maniac driver with some of my maniac moves...but the babe wud just not look-up....and that just made the chase (literally) all the more exciting....

and then the turn...when i just came back to my age....could have followed her and still reached my destination....but decided to leave her just there....she turned a page again....and the parting was just beautiful...

kept me happy the whole day...ok..most of the day....:)

thank you miss chappan solah.... just feel liberated....:)