Driving home one night from work, I saw a man standing against the railing of the flyover, facing away from the road. Strange posture, if he was trying to look over and enjoy the view: legs apart, hands in front.
As I passed him, I figured. He couldn’t hold it any more. Fair enough, that’s what half of India does it anyway – anywhere, anytime. But why on a flyover, for God’s sake? Doesn’t he know there could be people underneath? Read more