I don't know why.
The old man is (definitely) snoring. It has been raining the whole day. I remember watching the car's wipers move forcefully across the windshield. Like some coordinated dance move that requires only a left and right motion. I watched as the cars proceeding idly in front of me and the busy people walking along the streets blurred and cleared time and again in between the wipers' synchronized movement. Driving is not fun when it's raining. Especially when it's raining hard . Yet the comfort of being inside the car becomes no different from the comfort of being somewhere safe and sound during rainy days. It feels like home . For some reason, the car seat becomes your warm bed or sofa, the company of family or friends takes away the chagrin that rainy days usually induce. And the car stereo becomes the chicken soup for your tired and looking-for-inspiration soul. I sat there in the driver's seat. Staring blankly ahead. The windshield could have formed various images of