I was riding my new bike Honda – Unicorn. My brother was pillion rider and I was riding it in the congested streets of Tnagar – Chennai.
The Smell of tobacco suddenly swirled my nose. The water washed vehicle doom was now fully soused by tobacco remains. The mind easily identified the sinner in a fraction. It was the prior bike rider, who spit it.
There was no point in chasing him. To vent my anger I used unparliamentary language. He heard the word and abruptly stopped his bike and questioned me why I used such language. I wanted to justify my act, but hearing that he accidentally spit, I repented for the word..
I left the place answering him that I used the word accidentally too.
My normal riding rhythm got altered by the incident. I accelerated much and at a pedestrian crossing, I wanted to pass the people who were waiting to cross the road.
I got forced to use my disc brakes, to bring the vehicle stationary. The people are already half way past in the road.
I heard the exact word which I used some time before, coming to me from a eunuch. Also the eunuch yelled at me “Go slow”.
I went slowly in mind.