I tried to catch my breath and not to pant after getting into the bus. Bus was crowded. I squeezed and squirmed and managed to reach the rear of the bus and grabbed the vertical rod as bus gave a lurch and started. This was the last bus and if I missed I would have had to stay in a hotel overnight.

I mopped my face with kerchief, looked around and had a jolt. Seated next to the rod and leaning on it was Monica Belucci.(I mean,a darker Indian version of Monica.)This lady had absolute knockers of jugs and was proud of it too. She was folding her hands across chest and cleavage was a feast to the eyes through transparent layer of cream colour saree.