Hello there, sir. You do not know me.
It’s been days since I saw you last but images of you keep on popping in my brain like an alarm clock.
You were braving the national highway with your amputated legs, under the scorching heat of the sun, in your dilapidated wheelchair.
As if adding insult to an already long list of injuries, you were carrying a box full of cigarettes and candies on your lap. Were you selling those? Seriously?
Oh, how I hate myself. And others who are luckier. We have no reason to complain because we have four limbs and more. Yet we always do.
I only went to the mall to eat steak on a sizzling hot plate that day but instead I came home with a lesson. Thank you, sir. I needed that.