Put this up on FB already, but just so I do justice to the blog-
After an extremely uninteresting lecture of math, my friends stopped at a roadside tapri for their daily quota of smokes. I bought my cutting chai and watched them exhale grey matter into the already polluted air.
All of a sudden, I was reminded of Bhanuj's words. "I've always wanted to ask a paanwaala about how he feels of selling death to people."
And so I did the needful.
He said, "I sell death so it doesn't lay it's hands on my folks. You should ask your friends how they feel of paying for death. 5 rupees per installment."
I didn't ask.
End.
