Felt torn at this moment as it came screeching to a halt at the bus stop nearby.
Half of me wanted to be motorbiking in the rain.
The size-able rest wanted wanted nothing but the book-in-hand , the cup of tea and the condiments at hand. It was like those in management circles say, win-win.
I want to sink into a plush couch with a promise of the long summer vacations that the Indian summer bestows on school children; a tumbler of lime juice in hand, the sweet drum roll of 21st century Fox heralding a riveting movie and the sheer joy of inventing cricket strategies for the evening game in the gully.