My time is running out.
I picture an alarm clock with a pink bow on its forehead dashing to the door, gathering its long skirts in its hand, looking back over its shoulder in fear.
Recently, I overheard someone announce that he could not buy the latest gadget in the market because his allowance had run out. I had that vision again – a few thousand rupee notes heading for the door, afraid someone might pursue them and stack them into his pocket and spend them against a brand new handset.
As I said, I admire the one who first thought of it. Great visionary.