Yeh Le !

Walking. Towards the tennis courts. There is a stray thunderstorm warning, but we want to play. There is lightening, and blue-black over the mountains. But it's ok. Courts are far from there. We need to cross the road. Cars speeding past by. Walk signal. A half broken CD lying on the road. Looking at the greenness of the trees. Friends says. "CD". Thoughts Interrupted. Hmm. I say "Chadh Ja". Back to the greenness again. Yes ofcourse, friend starts pulling out his hair :)