The Roads That Never Saw a Good Driver



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Do you realize that one can never be a good driver unless everyone on the road is a good driver?

It’s not only about you following the lights and rights but also about everyone else doing it and being extra careful on those who are being blind to it. Does that somewhere with some really good probability mean that the roads will never see a good driver? Yes, possibly that.

Does that mean that roads are always unhappy with that known fact?
Oh, no. They aren’t. They still celebrate. They enjoy the lights and the rains. They enjoy the wheels and the steps. They wear and tear with seasons and get a new coat with time. They always take the new avatar when they get old. They remain neutral to good or bad.

They are not the unvoiced ones. They shine in the light and wet in the rain. They go with the flow and color with the show. They read and see hundreds of stories everyday and still don’t be either judge or mental nor judge mental.

Ahhh! Its’ just not the roads! Do you see how similar it is with us and our lives?

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The 20 Years


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This story is written for Sunday Photo Fiction: 17 April 2016. The task is to write a short story of 200 words or less for the supplied photograph.

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Everything was blurred. It felt like something long lost was back. The vision was not clear yet. He could see his favorite road. It looked exactly the same like he had seen it last time. As he remembered, he was in the middle of the same road, hit by a vehicle leaving him unconscious. For that moment he had thought it was all over.

As he opened his eyes, he saw around many smiling faces. There was this one who was holding his hand firm with tears in his eyes.

He questioned him, “Who are you? Why am I on arm chair?”

He gently replied, “I am your son dad. You had been to coma. We thought bringing you to this road everyday might help. And that fine day is finally here!”

With many questions in his head he asked his son, “How long has it been?”

His wife replied, “20 years; exactly!”


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