The great Pune craters.

Across the pale parabola of joy

One week you are away, the rain washes away the roads. I must confess that it has been rather a pain trying to figure out where the roads end and the craters begin and vice versa since last night. Every single patch that was applied on the roads has disappeared totally and replaced with a crater or a series of craters. Add to it the misery of not finding petrol at night when you reach after sleeping all the way , priceless...

Death where is thy sting. !