A river runs through it
On my drive to work today, I paid particular attention to the faces around me: the people, I didn’t segregate in any way, I looked at those in public buses and those in own cars: luxury cars and those in beat up ones, I noticed something was uniformly there in their faces, some sort of worry, a concern for something, it was expressed in the lines on their forehead, the reflex movement of their lips, something made them busy, even in traffic. My mind went back to another morning years’ back, I had my worries too just like my fellow road users, it was a Monday and I had a lot of pending activities, deadlines I could not meet due to reasons beyond me. What am I to do really? I braced up for the boardroom bashing, I shifted nervously, if someone was looking, It would have been there in my face, that sort of worry, a concern for something, expressed in the lines on my forehead, the reflex movement of my lips, I was busy, even in traffic. Then to my left I heard this sonorous goo...