|
The IUP Journal of Commonwealth Literature |
|
|
|
|
|
Description |
|
|
Kanthi! Stop the car now!" Visali yelled
shrilly.
"Visali! How many times did I tell you not to startle me by shouting so!
Are we driving in our place to stop the car wherever we like? We are on the
roads of Minneapolis. A small mistake, they'll give us a ticket!" Kanthi said
seriously, pressing her hands on the steering wheel and fixing her eyes on the road ahead.
"Why do you keep saying, `they'll give a ticket' which sounds like kicking
the bucket" Visali shrugged her shoulders. "Kanthi! Stop the car once
pleaseLook! What you find there!" Visali was importuning with her anxiously. As if a
wonderful scene was disappearing from her sight. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|