Journey back to India....

My journey back to India was demoniacally funny for the complexion even of external things seemed to suffer transmutation......all material objects around ( especially the cars and the 3-wheeled rickshaws) announced their irresponsibility with terrible iteration....for i was awaiting my turn ( to be ''let in'' by the monstrous trucks) to cross the streets ( like it used to be in Italy, where such material objects let you pass with tranquility)..these auricular impressions of Siena seemed to hustle away in the corners of my brain, repeating themselves as echoes of time, echoes from a time making me freeze at the sight of these material objects who seemed absolutely oblivious to the dire dilemma that i was facing ( supremely purblind foolishness to say the least..!!).....and it took me a full 20 minutes to cross a simple bustling street of my country....!