Girls will be girls

Girls will be girls

One morning, when I was in class 12, I was going to college by my scooter. It was the same, familiar route. Like everyday, I took a left turn at an accident-prone square, leading to a narrow road. The road was so narrow that it didn’t have a road divider. When I took the turn, I saw a middle-aged woman driving her Scooty on the wrong side of the road. She wasn’t looking straight ahead as she was checking out…

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