Behind every mysterious accident, there's some kind of addiction !

Bang !

A rickshaw parked on side of the road suddenly came into my view and before i could control its speed, my scooter banged into the back of the rickshaw. Damn it ! Why the hell do i lose my grip over the vehicle at such crucial time ?

And it was over in a flash and i was thrown on the road ahead with my scooter lying behind me. Lucky again, i injured just one finger and got up to start my scooter. But sadly its not so tough as i am - headlight completely smashed, front wheel jammed and immobile ! Frustrations took hold of my mind for next few minutes - i had to stop bleeding from my finger, get my scooter repaired to reach office and first of all comfort the hurt rickshaw's driver by giving him money to cure his innocent baby !

And my innocent mind was clueless about the mysterious collision as it had no record of the few seconds in which my heart had robbed its command over my eyes ! Maybe the sunglasses were the culprit for luring my curious heart into the unknown treasure as i was trying to penetrate them with my eyes to explore the passions hidden behind them. But the fact that i am not the type who can ride two horses at a time and the horse i was already riding was programmed to reach my office before 10 not to cause disturbences in the city due to a break in my routine. Sadly instead of working for that noble cause i tried to invade and break the mystery behind a woman's eyes.

And moments later i did break something, precisely speaking the headlights of my scooter which i had mistaken as a horse to locate any object coming in the way by itself.

So the lesson i learnt is - never try to drive anything else while you are driving your eyes into reading bewitching female faces.