Recently, while looking up for myself from my brother's facebook profile ( I know, a bit too much of narcissism here), I stumbled upon an advertisement from a Dating Site:
I was astounded to see that while I sat sipping my tea, blissfully unaware, I was listed on a dating site I never signed up
Relief was the first reaction followed by a happy face when my auto rickshaw driver waded through the walls of great traffic and ensured I reach office on time today. I could have kissed the top of his head if only he was not so sweaty and my action would have not provoked assault/ rape in the middle of a busy day!
When I say 'my' rickshaw-wala I mean 'my partially' for the moment owned riksha, whom, under any other circumstances I would be cursing inevitably.
The change of perception can be