It was noon when I left home. Chennai's hot sun was roasting me alive. Little did I know, I would be panting down the same road in a few minutes. As soon as I picked up my friend at Saidapet, my "almost dead" bike started wobbling. A nice guy in petrol bunk declared my tyres to be punctured and urged me to ride fast to reach a bike shop before it runs out of air. Me being unlucky, the tyre soon lost all its air and I pushed and pushed for more than a kilometre and replaced a new tube. And I thought the beginning of the day itself was worse. (yeah, on weekends my day begins around noon). But, it got better as it progressed and I felt good when I came out of "Madras Market", a shopping event organised in Chennai (Quaide Milleth College, Near Spencer Plaza).
