The cyclist

Once I was a bike-user. I used to own a bullet (a 350 cc monster). I was an MBA from MDi Gurgaon. I was well qualified, I was young, I was well paid. One night as I was driving home after dinner with some friends, I cyclist came out of nowhere and I braked hard and yet ended up hitting him and I fell off my bike and got bruised. I cursed the cyclist and muttered to myself – these godamn cyclists are so rash and lawless, they ought to be forbidden from using the roads.

 

Then I became an entrepreneur. Then I became poor. Then I became desperate. Then I sold my bullet and bought a cycle and became a cyclist. And one night, I was cycling home, I took the usual route to my home which involved going on the wrong side of the road, and there out of nowhere a speeding biker came and the inevitable happened and he hit me. And I picked myself up, and he picked himself up and after a few minutes of dispute and contention, we parted ways. And I was limping home, I muttered to myself - these godamn bikers are so rash and callous, they ought to be forbidden from using the roads

 

~Inspired by Kahlil Gibran.