The fat guy, perched on his tiny scooter, leaned precariously over his equally fat shoulder where a mobile sat, cramped between his ear and neck. He was in the middle of the busy street, his speed fluctuating along with his natters on the mobile. I watched him, hoping for his fall where he would probably learn his lesson for good. But he moved aside to create way for an ambulance which was loud enough for him.
I have always wondered at the ambiguity of these circumstances, wherein a fall is inevitable, an accident unavoidable and yet providence escapes them by a mere fraction, blessing them not with nine more lives but a nineteen hundred wretched ones probably.
If only destiny is so kind to a mother who lovingly tries to cradle her stillborn or to a student who stands at the altar contemplating suicide after flunking an exam set by a flawed education system.
If only.
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