Hmmm...Sounds like the traffic signals were conspiring to make her late for work that day... Why do I feel like I missed something in the post??? :p :D
Hmmm.. no wonder they call them signals... I was just foolish enough that hey were just traffic signals :D
An yeah.. they show you the light too... If only I wasnt as daft as I am...
Jokes apart... I do things like that sometimes too.. count the number of steps I take to get somewhere... and there is a number in my head already... if the number of steps it actually takes is less than the number of steps I thought it would take... me happy.. then all will be well...
Now that I have written this down... I wonder how I look taking giant strides towards nowhere :(
OMG..I really like the way her mind works. And I love the fact that sometimes you can play these games with almost anything. A blink. A turn. A green light. A phone call. A message. Anything..anything to keep you connected when everything around you tells you to disconnect. I loved this one. The thought. The premise. The story.
I know we've all got places we need to be. But it would take me a long time to reach college back in the day. Seriously. I'd play games with the traffic signals. Yes, for a brief phase it was my oracle. This? Is insane. Get out of my way people.
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13 comments:
Hmmm...Sounds like the traffic signals were conspiring to make her late for work that day...
Why do I feel like I missed something in the post??? :p :D
she dint move? did she just change the directions she was looking at? vectors and all
What would she have done in Jodhpur four years back?? It had only one traffic signal. *worries*
atleast someone doesn't mind being stuck at signals!
Beautiful!! Can almost picture it in my head, the mood, the motive...lovely writing Mentalie...
Have a good week ahead!
tc,
Anu
OMG I do that all the time, the personal gamble thing! It was like you were reading my mind. Phew.
All you have to do is drive:). Quite lovely. Even allegorical or perhaps nonsensical; who knows?
Hmmm.. no wonder they call them signals... I was just foolish enough that hey were just traffic signals :D
An yeah.. they show you the light too... If only I wasnt as daft as I am...
Jokes apart... I do things like that sometimes too.. count the number of steps I take to get somewhere... and there is a number in my head already... if the number of steps it actually takes is less than the number of steps I thought it would take... me happy.. then all will be well...
Now that I have written this down... I wonder how I look taking giant strides towards nowhere :(
OMG..I really like the way her mind works. And I love the fact that sometimes you can play these games with almost anything. A blink. A turn. A green light. A phone call. A message. Anything..anything to keep you connected when everything around you tells you to disconnect. I loved this one. The thought. The premise. The story.
Nice!
I know we've all got places we need to be. But it would take me a long time to reach college back in the day. Seriously. I'd play games with the traffic signals. Yes, for a brief phase it was my oracle. This? Is insane. Get out of my way people.
Excellent Conjecture! :)
Creepy. Didn't think everyone had personal targets like that. I also happen to go by the even number at signals. Any story here of that kind?
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