And the story is…

Five days a week, two hours a day – be it on rubber spinning discs or high voltage stain’ful’ tracks, I commute. 13,200 minutes of watching and listening, I commute with obligation and much wistfulness.

More than a year ago, I would not have thought that will still be around to witness Olympics 2004. Rather than an emotional attachment, it’s more of vanity.

Someone once wrote a pretty long article that cool URIs don’t change. I must admit that I did not finish the article. Read: Short attention span.

This is traffic. Our stories begin with stepping onboard the public transportation.


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