Read part one here, 

You get up, pinch yourself first, if it's a nightmare or a daily traffic dream encountering a Haryanvi cop.

It’s not, darling.

You whirl around in full circle, to look out for all the zing bang, who came to leave you at the school gate. You found none, but alone. At a safe distance, you identify your husband's shoes, taking hide behind the Bush after seeing all the on spot unannounced drama. Half of his face cautiously peeping out of the bush, equally surprised with eyes wide open.