Mumbai was quiet this 31st December (last 31st December, really).
I should know. I was on the way home from the airport and encountered streets as empty as the inflated head of Jay Leno. Which means not entirely empty, but considerably filled, though with things out of topic, character, and expectation.
There were little vehicles on the road that seemed to be heading towards big parties of drunken fervour. Lesser, as my parents observed, 'motorbikes on the road', motorbikes hoisting people filled to the brim with alcohol.
No -- unlike what was promised -- policemen continuously patrolling the roads.
In short, any other day -- even weekday -- would boast of higher traffic and more police.
Had Mumbai locked itself indoors in fear of the predicted terrorism, or was it simply killing time in hospitals?
Ah. We'll never know. At least not now.
So, well, Happy 2011, people.
*filters mind desperately for suitable punch line*
Sigh. Maybe later.
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