Clutch Wire and a Life Lesson
Ever wondered what life might be worth? If it can be bought out of money? What might be the price difference between living and dead? Ask me all this and for what its worth today, my answer will be a dollar (60 for my Indian peers). Today I set out, all energised and fresh. On the back of my head were thoughts, continual stream of bullshit and shit that matters, but shit nonetheless. Life today was not the same, an array of problems had risen to make a few last-nights sleepless and yet, I had set out to a meeting, to make a proposition to a talented young to work aside me. Some few bits of courage left were gathered to make it work and they paid off. The problems still persisted, and only intensified as a result of the meeting, more responsibility and so, the liability. I was riding back, and with all that chaos in mind already sapping the last of me, I felt it, a tick, the breaking of few threads on which my life depended. In the extreme traffic and at an unsafe enough speed, ...