Just after few fractions of seconds I saw them traverse on the main median and we on our less important road. Within these few moments of distraction I lost track of the coupled silhouettes. He asked for directions to reach the houses of the inmates of the vehicle. Apparently time had come for the paths to diverge from the public median. It was an act that would come in handy – sure he would have taken a long time to practice it. He did it with such perfection that he never removed his eye from the road.
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The driver of our vehicle now zoomed and extended his arm backwards and switched on the vehicle’s private light. The flashing of lights showed me the yellow number plate which stood as a proof of a hired vehicle. The driver of our vehicle flashed his lights prompting the vehicle in front of us to move faster. I imagined peace to endure between the two. The lady had rested her head on her man’s shoulder. The two cars were on a parallel mode long enough for the two to get uneasy but I didn’t quite sense any movement.īy now, a vehicle speeding in the opposite direction made our driver to operate in the safe mode and I again saw just the silhouettes of the two. I loved this peace that prevailed in me and controlled that instinctive urge to look into their car. Our vehicle now succeeded in overtaking their car and both the vehicles moved on parallel tracks. I felt the peace that could have prevailed between the man and the woman. I was slowly getting relieved of the sense of urgency that the rains managed to instill in me, a few moments ago. Another of those beams heavier than ours from the opposite direction, made me see just the silhouettes of the three now. They were seated alongside each other so close that there was enough space for two people to sit on either side of the two. I could see three heads: one was of the driver’s which I wasn’t quite interested the other two on the back seat was that of a man’s and a woman’s. The beam from our vehicle threw light on a car that was experiencing the same package as ours. Sitting on the backseat ensured that I see just the silhouettes of the other people traveling with me - the silhouettes that formed as a result of the light beam emerging from the vehicles on the opposite direction. The two sticks dutifully alternated from one end to the other clearing off the clouds’ attack on us. The driver constantly made sure he removed the mist that formed within our closed compartment. The heart-pounding feeling existed and this unrest did hurt me. It brought in me a sense of urgency, though I couldn’t imagine one single task that would provoke me to react with such urgency.
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The rains denied me the luxury of relaxing after a heavy grueling day at work. I was in one of those speeding vehicles and was trying to measure the intensity of the showers from the streetlights. One could easily think that the government had come up with an innovative idea of providing showers, in the night, from the streetlights to alleviate the cruel heat that reigned through the day. The street lights were the only indicators of the intensity of the downpour.
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Vehicles sped on the autobahn and the roads lay bare feigning to be an offspring of the rain and light – they shimmered as wet black silk would. The thunders boomed after a relatively longer time. It was as if the thunders were involved in a retort rather than a conversation. The usual thunder-follows-the-lightning pattern was absent and there were heavy flashes of light but no subsequent thunders. But it seemed like the thunders and lightning had taken some inspiration from the mortals. And the thunders - they started from one end with heavy thumping and ended at the other end in an allayed mode – probably the heavens were witnessing those spiteful moments of the malicious pandava-gaurava dice tussle. There were heavy dosages of flashes of white light like those thrown on a celebrity involved in a controversy.