Life is like a trucker on road.
Some follow you and then suddenly decides to hit you from behind - you only feel the jerk.
Some hit you from the front - you both saw each other, knew - you were going to different places, your instinct told you to stay far and still one or both rame into each other causing unimaginable horror.
Some simply crash in you from unexpected, unknown turns - you always knew - turns are treacherous but then ignored it, didn’t slow down and then shit happens.
Some follow you for some time and it seems like they intend to visit places together and then they take a different turn somewhere, you didn’t even notice - you were going alone for a long time, you just didn’t know.
Some come to you and gently passes you and you appreciate their gentleness, you wish them best and hope to meet them again.
Some follow you for some time and then changes the lane, speeding away, and you look at them waving farewell, and go on at own steady pace.
Some choose to follow you, going smoothly without any hurry, feeling the breeze.
Let life follow traffic rules. Baap ki road nhi h Teri B*@s*Dk.
Let life follow traffic rules. Baap ki road nhi h Teri B*@s*Dk.
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