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The middle of the road

Standing in the middle of the road, not a child playing innocently, but an adult, an adult woman, standing in the middle of the road, searching absently for the space to take the step, that one pivotal step that assures a passage to other end of the road. It’s not middle age, at least at twenty four, I’d hope it isn’t. It is mediocrity. It’s indifference from the greater world, damnation to a place of sameness. It’s standing in the middle of the road, paralysed into a submissive stupor while the spectre of larger lives zooms past you, silently threatening all the while to knock you over.

 

2 replies on “The middle of the road”

>:)) thanks shameema. I sometimes fail to realise that in crossing road, one must negotiate the middle.

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