I think the traffic police also should start fining the dreaming and driving variety of people. One such reckless person is me. What can I say. Picture a nice warm sun on a winter’s day, a nice clean car, good music on the radio, and a drive through two patches of some nice residential areas with tree lined streets. And I start dreaming. It starts with a catchy tune on the radio, which plays in my head, then I look into the beautiful bungalows on both sides of the road and imagine the lives of the people who live there, then I see the happy doggies on the side of the entire stretch, who lie happily and contentedly, leaving me to assume that someone or the other takes care of them. And then I have no clue when I reached my destination. This happens every morning on the way to work. It might not be a red convertible, but my hatchback is good as gold; the roads are more like village pathways in patches, but thats okay; I might not have beautiful hair flying with the wind, but I do have beautiful hair. So in all, it does add up. With such a beautiful driving experience to work every morning, it doesnt hurt to get out of bed.