Tired, I walk down the stairs of the public bridge after reaching Santacruz station. I hunt for auto-rickshaws outside.
“Bhaiyya Vakola.”
“Nahi!”
After several futile attempts, I give up. Finally, a girl walks straight to auto and bends a little forward, exhibiting her cleavages.
“Vakola.”
“Baitho”
I glare at him and walk towards my home.
