Oru kanam oru yugamaga...

... Something very tempting is close to your hands, too close to resist. Everyone in the bus is fast asleep. So is the girl next to you. You browse over her sub-thoracic region. There lies your object of desire. But, oh, all the moral instruction classes you had every Tuesday in your school tell you not to have it. You turn the other way around trying to fill your mind with something else, but to no avail. You suddenly feel that all that your moral strength can do is to delay your yielding to temptation for a few minutes more.

Time passes by. There's total silence. You start feeling something which you are not clear as to whether it's your heart beat or lung movement. Just as time is running out and you are almost sure of the ignominy that might follow if you yield to your temptation, the driver switches the lights on. Your pupils take some time to adjust to this. The conductor cries in a loud voice, "Salem! Salem! Get down". The girl gets up and runs to the door, with the object of your desire, a big size 'Dairy Milk Chocolate' in her pocket! You heave a sigh of relief, "what a difference between this moment and the moment before!" The bus moves on...