Gosh!! An account of accidental adventure at the death's mouth and how terribly I escaped out of it...
It was the deathly point where a country road meets National Highway 17, all this high point drama up to death's end unfolded. How I escaped nearly from the teeth’s of deaths fowl mouth is something even I still couldn't able to digest myself... After so much days on public transport and being devoid primarily of some worthy exercise, I turned to my bicycle for some muscle loosening only too realize later that the much revered bicycle was not in a condition to realize the speed I was expecting it to dissipate! Disheartened though but not less of any hope, I moved onto a garage to get it done and nearly emptying my pocket returned back home with it. I was literally visualizing myself achieving giant speed with it trudging on National Highway and was about to pull the socks off and speed up; I realized some screws were jammed and needed some care. I turned my bicycle towards the same shop from where was I returning... I was on wrong lane but shop being minutes ...