Monday night traffic in Gurgaon is a battle on its own. Hungover from Sunday’s lag, drivers are constantly dreaming of their pillows and mummy ki haath ki chai.
Cars halt at a red light and impatient commuters count every second like a class room rhyme.
A vendor passes by with a bunch of red heart balloons, he barely manages to bother even a fly and simply walks away with a sly smile.
As the light turns green you see a blue Vagnar and a tierd father smiling at his chirpy daughter who is too busy playing with a red heart balloon. In a white Honda civic there are two lovers, the girl too shy but still holding with great love and care a red heart balloon. Between these two a grey i10 and a girl, sad and heart broken for the hundredth time was half smiling, half crying but hitting her best friend with a red heart balloon, coz he knew that all she needed was a reason to smile.