As part of his usual routines, he came out that day to see the world outside his laptop. He did that every once in a while. He was his best company. He did not accept anyone in his world. With a cup of tea, which bought from the shop that he visited regularly, he walked on his favorite road.
That road seemed incredibly beautiful that day mild mist carrying the aroma of the trees on the sides of the road. With a sip on the tea, he went into his own universe of thoughts. A small scene brought him back to the life. An irresponsible man on a bike, spitting pan on the road. He never liked the company of others because, he thought that most of the people were spoiling the harmony of the nature.
The tea on his hand got over and he carried the empty cup looking for a dustbin. The shop from where he took the tea was not too far, but he did not want to go back, and he knew that there were a few dustbins at the end of the long road in which he was walking. Then, the scratching sound, he turned back to see that the irresponsible man on the bike fell on the road. He threw the cup away and started to run towards the irresponsible man. He was alive. He was in his wits. A few strangers gathered to set his bike right. He took a water bottle, which was lying on the road. The man claimed that it was his and asked for it.
The man wanted him to take him to the nearby hospital. He rode the bike with the man to the nearby hospital and the man thanked him for the great help that he had done. The hospital was not far away from the road he was walking. So, he decided to walk back and during the walk, the jigsaw got solved in a flash. After spitting the pan, the man wanted to wash his mouth. So, he opened his water bottle while still on his bike and lost the balance in the process.
He took a different route so that he could reach the end of that beautiful road and continue his walk back to his residence. Once he reached the road, the pleasant road took him to his world again. In his world, there was perfection in everything. Every living being worked in an harmony.
The long road almost ended and he suddenly stopped. There seemed to be a chaos in his mind. Suddenly he looked around. He went a few steps forward and backward to find the traces of the accident. There were a few scratches on the road. He seemed to have found something. He traced the scratches and it seemed like he was trying to visualize the scene on his mind. He found the exact location, where the man would have possibly slipped. He looked ahead on the road and found that white substance lying odd over the purely black road. It was his tea cup. He took the cup from there, carried it till the next dustbin, which was nothing but the dustbin outside the same tea shop.
There was a sign of smile on his face, a look of satisfaction. He felt that there was still harmony in the life.
That road seemed incredibly beautiful that day mild mist carrying the aroma of the trees on the sides of the road. With a sip on the tea, he went into his own universe of thoughts. A small scene brought him back to the life. An irresponsible man on a bike, spitting pan on the road. He never liked the company of others because, he thought that most of the people were spoiling the harmony of the nature.
The tea on his hand got over and he carried the empty cup looking for a dustbin. The shop from where he took the tea was not too far, but he did not want to go back, and he knew that there were a few dustbins at the end of the long road in which he was walking. Then, the scratching sound, he turned back to see that the irresponsible man on the bike fell on the road. He threw the cup away and started to run towards the irresponsible man. He was alive. He was in his wits. A few strangers gathered to set his bike right. He took a water bottle, which was lying on the road. The man claimed that it was his and asked for it.
The man wanted him to take him to the nearby hospital. He rode the bike with the man to the nearby hospital and the man thanked him for the great help that he had done. The hospital was not far away from the road he was walking. So, he decided to walk back and during the walk, the jigsaw got solved in a flash. After spitting the pan, the man wanted to wash his mouth. So, he opened his water bottle while still on his bike and lost the balance in the process.
He took a different route so that he could reach the end of that beautiful road and continue his walk back to his residence. Once he reached the road, the pleasant road took him to his world again. In his world, there was perfection in everything. Every living being worked in an harmony.
The long road almost ended and he suddenly stopped. There seemed to be a chaos in his mind. Suddenly he looked around. He went a few steps forward and backward to find the traces of the accident. There were a few scratches on the road. He seemed to have found something. He traced the scratches and it seemed like he was trying to visualize the scene on his mind. He found the exact location, where the man would have possibly slipped. He looked ahead on the road and found that white substance lying odd over the purely black road. It was his tea cup. He took the cup from there, carried it till the next dustbin, which was nothing but the dustbin outside the same tea shop.
There was a sign of smile on his face, a look of satisfaction. He felt that there was still harmony in the life.
