Within all these inches of time and space we live, fight and survive. Its not an inch too far or too near, not an inch too soon or too late but the inch you get that matters more often than not. Because providence favours that one inch more than others. Its these very inches by which you miss each other on our Indian roads. And I don't know where else but in these inches I am dead certain there is a god. Let that inch be with you.
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