accidentally yours

plinky accidentPlinky  prompt of the day—walking down the street. You encounter a folded piece of paper on the side-walk. You pick it up and read it and immediately your life has changed. Describe this experience.—well one can’t really be afraid of change. We may feel very secure in the pond that we are in, but if we never venture out of it, we will never know that there is such a thin as an ocean, a sea. Holding on something that is good for you now may be the very reason why don’t have something better.

Any way — Strolling, on the streets of Panaji, I encounter a folded piece of paper on the side-walk. I pick it up and read it,  it was a bill of sorts, my attention was distracted, by a woman on a scooter, two kids, their school bags in the front, helmet held by one kid and she was busy on the mobile, between trying to get my attention.

The high activity distracted the ongoing traffic set a series of reaction in motion. Passing cyclist wobbled, almost bumping into a scooter rider, who in turn severed into a biker, who bumped into a crawling car. Life really moves very fast. It rushes from Heaven to hell in a matter of seconds.

Oh! I forgot the acknowledge the drizzle and waterlogged 18th June road. On that walk around the building two sets of cops coming out stopped to hustle us, they had to head back on the road, accidents happened everywhere. A pile up on the life line road. “Welcome to winter “one said. When fifty percent of drivers should have their licenses temporarily suspended!

“Was it an accident?” enquired a passerby,

The need to retort”No, it wasn’t an accident, I didn’t say that. It was carefully planned, down to the tiniest mechanical and emotional detail. But it was a mistake.”

It’s strange isn’t it?  An accident that you’re in, it marks you on the outside, maybe. Scars your face or skin, breaks your bones, and crushes skulls leaves the body changed. But an accident witnessed, you are different on the inside. Maybe there’s no cut someone else can see. But there are injuries and they take long to heal.


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