04 July, 2015

More Cars than Roads

Alien noises beeped all around him and yet he was unfazed. It was a daily ordeal now. He knew he should never have left the comforts of home in this city without air to breathe. He remembered the clean roads and speedy people around him, the days of the yore.

But the new life was good too. It was a sort of peace in an exploding bubble of madness. He never understood the ways of these new men. They cursed everyone without realizing that they were a part of everyone.

I will do my duty and die, he thought. After all, that was what he was made for. It wasn’t home where he’d be cared for. Here, life was rough and he had to scramble for the little space he got, often in the Sun.