Life is precious finally.

It was almost around 70's speed. I was feeling like tired. The bridge was long enough to cross. It was all dark and night has started picking its colors.

I was tense for no reasons. I picked up the leaver so tight as if I was trying to control at least my bike no matter life was not in my hand. My bike was sounding like a bullet gun. zummmm.....zummmm.......zummmmm......! A mind-storming horn surprised me. Suddenly the road converted into a railway track. Bridge was there, bike was there but railway track? That too 4-5 tracks in a row. Scratches started on my forehead. For more surprise, now the cars and other vehicles started coming my way. I was not in the wrong side or one-way, isn't it? Then how come all vehicles are coming to me. A car went pass like fire. I drove my bike at the end of left side of bridge so that no one come in my way. I was afraid. I almost promised myself not to ride with such a horrible speed. Life is precious finally.

Next moment I was in my complex. My building was taller like world tower. I got relieved of my bike as if I left the AK-56. Was my bike lesser dangerous? Ask me.

It was 11th floor. All dark. Like that of an English thriller story. I had 6-7 keys in my pocket and luckily one worked. Next search was for a switch board. One time something came in my way as well. Luckily got rid of it.

Ting Tongggggggg........................! Before I could search the light, a sharp bell buzzed me. Who could be at this time? Who's gone mad?

Ting Tongggggggg........................!

With lot of struggles with "yes" and "no" of my mind, I opened the door. There was no one outside. Lift was making noise. Someone put the door open. He could be somewhere nearer. More mystery. I thought to leave the lift open and close the door of house. Life is precious finally.

What did I see next solved the all puzzles. Something that every child avoids.

A milk bag.

It was seven o'clock, time to go back to sleep for some more hours.