I saw an accident in the morning. The biker was riding on the wrong side and suddenly a car stuck in front of him and there was a head on collision, biker flew in the air and got shoot by the splitter. He was badly injured and his blood was spilled over the route. On witnessing the accident, I stopped for a few seconds and thought to help him, but already many people assembled around the scenery. I went towards my office with images of the accident in my mind. Whose fault is it really? We can well blame…
Indian-Sage
by Prateek Khamesra