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The bus was rickety the ticket soiled the rain it was pouring

And the Machine was hardly moving and then

It stopped The rain stopped every one got out except Two

Who were cowering looked like they had run away from some
place

The Pock Marked lit a beedi and asked the people

They got in

The Bus was now moving past the Ridge

There was this Moon

In Full Glory the rains had cooled the Earth a bit

Pock Marked asked for some thing

The Neighbour was not amused

Aghast at the pock marks

There she was who told him

The place will come in another ten minutes

Twosome got down went to nearest kiosk which was half shut

Dont you know the curfew is on and this bus hoow ????

The cop said a handsome constable this advised the Pock
Marked

He being used lit another beedi and the rain started

And i said PM i am going on my own to see

The Pock marked wanted to come but was deterred

By him

So here i am in the Hiighway

A lift landed me in Najafgarh

With no money