Roaming around in your hometown can be a delight- you can feel the nostalgia in the air and all the Memories that have taken place in various places which playback through your head at a certain road, colony, gate, etc. Its funny how many memories can take place in one place and never be known by anybody else. Whether the memories are shared among two, four, six, thousand, a million people or those memories are unique and exclusive to just one- certain triggers can take you back decades ago, even right back to when you were better off not being able to speak or understand this world.

Cab rides are usually quite mundane. It's a process of going from one point to another, often taking place multiple times in an ordinary human being's day to day life. There are those Cab Rides that you don't remember and there those cab rides you never forget. It could be the conversation you had with your cab driver, the others in the car, could be a certain event after which you sat in the cab- Much like going back home in a cab after your first kiss, anything really.

Unfortunately this time it was something my eyes stumbled upon in fascination, only to leave my mind in confusion and irritation. Seeing a group of people circled around a certain something on the road is almost never good sign. It's usually accidents, fights, vehicles breaking down,etc. However in my own unfortunate case- a dead body: lying pale and still surrounded by a silent crowd looking at it in grief.

You often tend to end whatever conversation you were having before when you aren't used to seeing a dead man lying with his face in a pool of blood on a regular basis. Three people in the vehicle, all of us overwhelmed by what we had just mistakenly yet intentionally seen. A classic case of curiosity killing the cat. Our minds not being able to deviate from a sudden photographic memory of something we never intended to see. Our thoughts not being able to comprehend the gratitude of it. Talks of Death began to arise, as well as complaints of not being able to distract one's mind.

Contemplation about our purpose as beings and the meaning of life took over my brain. There was a numbness in my head and a trail of wonder as to who that might have been and how many lives must have been deeply affected by that one death. We shall never know who was the unlucky one who's life was at loss, neither shall we ever know when we are to be the next ones in line. The only way to live life happily is to live life without the fear of loosing it.

One tiny little extra detail- there was no vehicle. No crashed car or motorbike... just a dead man on the road.