The wheels on the cars go round and round

There's chaos in the street. Two-wheeled mopeds, bicycles, three-wheeled autorickshaws, four-wheeled vehicles and pedestarians. This space is mine, not yours. Go grab your spot on top of the street median. I will curse your family if you cut in line. That is my birthright. Of course I will jump the traffic signal, what exactly are you going to do about it? My voice cannot be heard above the clamor. It is drowned out in billowing thick black smoke of exhaust fumes. Choking, choking, unconscious.

Brakes screech, dogs bark, dust rises from the tarred road and creates a brown cloud. Cough, cough. Sneeze, sneeze.

Just another day on the road in Bangalore.

Thank You

Thank You. Because there's no other way to say it. Because even saying this is not enough.

Thank You for the strength to make hard decisions. Especially when the difference between right and wrong couldn't be more confusing.

Thank You for allowing me to believe that I can conquer anything, survive much and fear little. Especially at times when I begin to doubt myself.

Thank You for my support system, my wonderful family and friends. I feel less lost with them, as they help me find my way back home.

Thank You for making me someone I'm happy being - Someone who stands for something rather than someone who will fall for anything.