What If...

A different attempt this time. Enjoy reading!!!

Security. A word that defined the way Samar lived. Financial security was the reason behind his low paying government job, emotional security was the reason why he was still living with his parents, but living, he hardly did any of that.If there ever were moments that he “felt” life, they were very few but the moments were very simple and to him, priceless.

He had felt happiness in being alive when he experienced the air whistling in his ears while he rode his bike. He had found the joy of living when he was served that yummiest butter chicken at one of the roadside dhabas.(* How ironical isn’t it, he felt lucky to be living when he ate a dead animal?*) He didn’t remember the name of that dhaba and hated himself for it. He had found the joy of living when the falling raindrops and the cool breeze made it difficult for him to stand yet he stood there to experience it.

But he had lived these moments when he was young and to him, now times and changed and he had to act responsible. So he never went on those rides where he would push himself further than the 60kmph mark or when he would allow himself to not wear a helmet when the weather was nice.