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I did something stupid today.

I did. It's not like me. I mean, yeah, everyone does something stupid in their lifetime but my reason of doing this particular thing is not associated with me. Generally.
I was irresponsible on the road, while riding a bike, with a pillion. Some of you, or even all of you might go all "Duuuude!! Ya think that's stupid? How screwed up are ya man??" but listen to me first. Usually I'm really very cautious on the road and I've even heard my father say to me, "How much more slowly can you ride, son? 😒" (He was being sarcastic, in case the emoji isn't visible.) When a father says this to his teenage son while sitting behind him on a bike, that is saying something. So why did I act irresponsibly today? And that too while having someone sitting behind me?
That girl.
I stopped my bike, right there in the middle of the road, with my head turned behind me, no regards to anyone or anything in front of me or even behind me for that matter (except the girl, of course), applying brakes on a slippery, water-soaked road which caused my bike to swerve left, then right and then left again, narrowly missing an oncoming rider; just to get one last glimpse of her for the day.
Hers could easily have been the last face that I would have seen. Ever. Isn't this the stuff that stupid road accidents are made of?
I realise that what I did today was really stupid.
Why did I do it? I've been mentally kicking myself ever since it happened. Same old story threatening to start again. Or maybe it already has!
I don't expect anything much from this story. I have already committed that mistake and have repented for it. I'm in no mood to do it again. But in order to prevent history from repeating itself and to make this experience somewhat different from the last one, I'm gonna post updates here as and when I can. Judge me all you want. Abuse me in the comments section. Tell you friends about the dumb idiot (me, that is to say) whose blog you are following just to see what stupid tricks he has been upto.
You are the audience here as much as I am.
Fingers crossed!

Update: There isn't much to tell further. The story that i was hoping to narrate didn't even take off and in some little way, I'm glad that it didn't. I would certainly have liked to see what would have happened, though. Because this one....man! I hadn't gotten along so well with anyone until now! It would have been interesting, but the fact that it's already reached the "would-have-been" stage says enough about what I've been through.
I might write about it some more sometime, going deeper, laying bare all the details, but that is a few months away at least. Certainly not now and believe me, as much as i would like to reveal everything right here and now, I'm unfortunately bound by circumstances.
Pardon me for drawing the curtains before I could even stage the play, heh.

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