Story of Sathya

Chronicles of the notorious Vakola Autodrivers

Tired, I walk down the stairs of the public bridge after reaching Santacruz station. I hunt for auto-rickshaws outside.

“Bhaiyya Vakola.”


After several futile attempts, I give up. Finally, a girl walks straight to auto and bends a little forward, exhibiting her cleavages.



I glare at him and walk towards my home. 

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