Turning onto the quiet road in the pitch black of the night, we saw a regal stray sitting right in the middle of the road, the shot will just have to remain in my mind.
Tea and ciggis; A dozen bikers and cabbies hovering around a cart at a crossing, the only thing available at that time.
And then the usual scene of a girl seeing her biker boyfriend off, the gates bearing testimony to this growing ardour
Driving back with the sun overhead, chanced upon a beautiful old lady sitting on a Bullet behind her son dressed up in her Jat ethnic wear. He was busy with his phone while the pillion seemed oblivious to the changing world leaping up around her.
Well there's more I do not want to give any further excuses, I will click instead!