While Walking to the Tennis Court

This morning, I was walking to the tennis court and I saw Ketan's new car. At first, I thought, "Of all colours, he has to choose black! What is this?" Later, Pranika told me that it is not black; it is dark green. I said, "Fine." Ketan will not dare to buy a black car.

After 100 metres, a tall, thin, black gentleman driving his car honked at me, and I stopped. He asked me the directions to 192nd Street. I said, "Please excuse me. I cannot tell you exactly."

He said, "I do not blame you. You are a very great man." Then he gave me a broad smile.

29 March 2000