You're out on your morning walk on the pavement (or whatever is left of it), some of you are jogging; the morning Sun's rays smear through the dust in the air and creates a golden mirage, you smell the freshness all around. Ah! what serenity! what more could one ask for. And then suddenly, you hear a not-so-loud engine noise...followed by a totally unnecessary series of honking -- it's the yellow school van! The driver seems to have had enrolled a course in F1, but then left it mid-way after the first hands-on session. You are just left aghast by the way they whiff past everything -- exploiting the mostly deserted roads which seem to be waiting-to-exhale -- stuffed with (or in the process of stuffing) kids, who can apparently go only in a particular order so as the
Yellow terror!
Yellow terror!
Yellow terror!
You're out on your morning walk on the pavement (or whatever is left of it), some of you are jogging; the morning Sun's rays smear through the dust in the air and creates a golden mirage, you smell the freshness all around. Ah! what serenity! what more could one ask for. And then suddenly, you hear a not-so-loud engine noise...followed by a totally unnecessary series of honking -- it's the yellow school van! The driver seems to have had enrolled a course in F1, but then left it mid-way after the first hands-on session. You are just left aghast by the way they whiff past everything -- exploiting the mostly deserted roads which seem to be waiting-to-exhale -- stuffed with (or in the process of stuffing) kids, who can apparently go only in a particular order so as the