On the way, the silly bike decides to stall at 3k before home. And, the rain was still pouring. Kick. Kick. Kick.. no use. It was already 22:15. Drenched to my bones, the only options were to curse everything possible and start pushing the bike home.
This passing by biker, equally drenched stops and enquires. Attempts his luck at the kick-start. With no results, says, "Hop on, I'll tow you home". And, he tows me all the way home. I thank him and invite him over for a coffee. He replies, "Its alright. Wont you help someone stuck, when you can? Its just that". I was touched. Humanity, still exists. :)
The destination, a dim shimmer, a couple of kilometers away, just a fraction of whats behind. The musical blurb, gradually fading away behind a blend of the heart's rhythm with the lung's harmonics. Witnessing a handful of air rushing in and out. Experiencing life in its rawest form. With no conscious control of the body. A heightened sense of solitude. A perfect disconnect from the world around. Can you really understand.. this conversation with god?