Run Me Over! - The Man demanded
It was a calm breezy evening of September as i was driving back to my home, carrying a few errands along the way. As i got closer to my destination, so did the traffic enthralled the road. It was getting dark and hues of blue could now be seen in my rear view mirror, with cars honking and road sputtering to a stop, there was no way ahead now except to wait for the moments to pass. With vehicles inches away from each other, ebbing away at every little amount of space available, it was cramped. As the light turned green at a junction, with the right of passage, i rolled ahead in a steel cage carrying the embossment of ' b o s s ' (6055) on the number plate, a jeep of high clearance, the ones capable of rolling anything in their way under the deep treaded tyres with little resistance. It was indeed quite a monster, the ones which make people look in awe and fear. And lo and behold there i was, sputtering inches in traffic, when a preposterous man doled with his little scooter ...
