The Indian couple going shutter-happy at the pretty little bridge on the raging river
Had no idea of the calamitous chain of events that their innocuous photo-session was about to trigger
They had eyes only for each other, and for the glory of nature all around
And so they failed to notice when I crept upon them with nary a sound
“Excuse me,” I asked them with all the exaggerated politeness that I could gather
“Do you want me to take a picture of you two lovely people standing together?”
The fools readily acceded to my request, gave me their camera, and struck up a pose
But before they knew it, I was off, having stolen the camera from right under their nose
They shouted and screamed, and then ran behind me, but couldn’t follow me till very far
For I was already in my getaway vehicle, my trusted steed, my electric green e-car
The cops too came running, but could do nothing but ring their hands in frustration
For they had been defeated by an old pro, not a novice, if that was any consolation
But unbeknownst to me, the Indians whose camera I had stolen had recovered from the shock
And the man was now running down a mountain path that was steep, narrow, and filled with many a slippery rock
And on his way to the road ahead of me, he did something that still makes me lose sleep
He opened the gate of a pasture, and soon, my way was blocked due to the presence of dozens and dozens of sheep
I panicked then, and leaving the car and the driver behind, I climbed the river fence to save my life
But I had overlooked another dangerous enemy, the crazy Indian man’s equally crazy wife
She borrowed a cycle from a neighbourhood shop, and rammed it into me at full speed, adding injury to the insult
And as I tumbled into the river, I started visualizing the warning sign that would now be put up everywhere as a result
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