When she called me from behind, I was half asleep and I almost knew she is not mine. I still stood there and waited for sometime just to realise that the fact was true. But it still felt the best without a doubt. (What a start for the day!)
This bike was on fire with the flames rising and the soot flying high in the sky. People gathered around, like me, and a few of them were throwing water and sand on the flames.
Heard people saying "He broke his feet" "He might not survive at all" "How in the world he went on to strike a pushcart" "He flew a few meters before landing on the road"
I don't know him, I wanted to see and be assured by someone that he lived and that he is fine but i know that he did not belong to me. I waited there for sometime and just to realise that the fact stayed. But I felt sad about it.
Two hours in a day proved to be vacillating between Life and Death. How I wonder each day that this life is a mystery.
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