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The everyday road

Sometimes the heat is beyond toleration point even in the mornings. And being a man without wheels to roll on the road, I have no option but to ride taxis to office almost every day. God, I am getting more used to the rides these days. And bulge on my tummy laughs at me. Once I reach the office premise, I regret the decision because the distance is not even a song’s length played on the cab’s music player. I get out with so much hesitation more so from wanting to hear the song in full.


And sitting in car in the front seat is the weirdest moment I am getting to experience these days. My conservation or the drivers’ or our conversation begins and concludes on the same note:
“It is getting hotter every day mosh?”
“Yeah the heat is too much…”
“So, you are from here right? Don’t go on long journeys?”
“Yeah, but only sometimes, so many taxis in town… no business…”
“Oh I see …”

And on reaching this abandoned section of the road:
“I don’t know why they never repair this part of the road …”
“I guess no important people live on this part of the town…”

And the rest of journey, our concentration is on the road because there is nothing new to talk about - only if I could read their minds. Politics is dirty they say. Promises are meant to be broken they say. Quality of construction is deteriorating they say. Roads are potholed as soon as they are completed they say. Four elements are turning against us they say. Crimes and unemployment are on the rise they say.

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