Raghu RAM

I lay there on the pavement beside the broken pieces of glass shocked. The thing i dreaded most had happened. Still lay there only hoping it was all a freakish nightmare. Obvi wasn't. 'Man haven't crashed on my bike ra, am rash but careful dude.' Loud and clear. Still in a quasi phobic state of mind, saw the lancer guy walkin towards me. Had no clue wat all was on the waiting line waiting to smash my psychic senses.

Checked the bike out only to realise it was mad damage. Totally insane i tell ya. Or u'd prolly say i was insane. Well yes but how i ended up hitting the brakes is somethin inexplicable. My nous has been on a weird journey not too long ago constantly riling my basic senses. The subconscious mind isn't too deep in the human anatomy. Only this while it floated atop my sense of awareness almost to kill me dead.

Dead i am already. My bike's never gonna be the same again. I'll never be the same again.

You set out to find the missing piece in the beautiful puzzle of life. Ur brain's takin all the load. Sensible enough. Take a look back to review ur thot process and u'll only discover ur existing pieces fallin thru. Disorder fills the space, things collapse.

THE ACTIONS MENTIONED/TRIED WERE GENIUS SKILLS OF THE AUTHOR. PEOPLE ARE ADVISED NOT TO TRY THE SAME AS PERSEVERING PERFECTION CAN BE , NO IS DEVASTATING.

Its caused a deep scar no doubt. I felt not too much wen i toppled my car. Only learnt to drive it better. Can hardly say that now. A sense of phobia's engulfed me. Pray am the same. Pray i get better.