The bike moves at 50kmph, and there is traffic and ditches all around. You are drunk quite heavily and you are the driver and no pillion.... nothing happens you reach home safely, just that you have your fingures bleeding. There is no pain, that takes over your body in the morning with a hangover. You have missed calls from your parents, who were wondering where you have gone, what happened? Next morning you are confused about the date; coz your dialed number list shows a number, which as per you, was dialed two days before. There are time checks and you remember - while lying like a stupid in bed you called her and she didn't pick. You have already missed your morning walk and guitar class, stories all made up. Now you wonder about a story for others around you, while standing before a mirror searching for wounds.

You are just fucked up yaar! The indian cricket team looks fucked too.