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There are always more important persons in life of others than you. Well, latter is, i guess, can never be true, because that’s not what being special mean. What does being “Special” mean? Does special mean that they enjoy your company, love to hang around with you and give you special importance among all other friends? Or does being special to someone mean that you will be the most important person in their life, and for you they can leave any kind of relations behind. Few people will be special to you and few will say that you are special to them.
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In this life many a times people will pass by, will get friendly with you, and as life demands finally depart. But why did i see my friend in mind, riding with me? Is it just “ Fear of the Dark” or was it really an object that came too near to me? I look back to get an answer, but i see there is no one riding with me, and i realised yes how can it be because i started the journey alone. I feel fear running through my spine, and i ask my friend, “can you relate this text written on the mirror, with what you see in it?”. Suddenly, i notice the text on the mirror saying – “ Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.”. Even i doubt the same but i replied, “No, that was just a bag, forget about it.”, and i turn the accelerator as far as i can.Īgain, i look in the rear-view mirror, and i see nothing but darkness. That may be the reason both of us are not talking to each other at all, contemplating what these strange voices are and from where are they coming.Īfter a while, we see something lying on the road in a jute bag. There is complete silence, but sometimes we can hear some strange voices. I turn back and give a look to my friend, who is accompanying me as pillion rider. And when i look in the rear-view mirror i can see only darkness.
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The only part of the road i can see is the area that the head lights of my bike can cover. I am riding motor-bike through an empty dark road at middle of night.