Breaking Point

I was cycling through Bombay traffic about 15 minutes ago and suddenly snap- there goes my front derailleur cable frayed into a throng of discombobulated threads.

It makes me reminisce of the gradual process of wear and weakening that lead to the point of fracture.

The bike, somewhere down in my instincts begins to take a living animal existence, and when it breaks, it reminds me that we all erode and age and causes me to confront my own human frailty and mortality.

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