Back seat

I asked the back seat of the bike - why are you at the back? He looked at me in surprise. Wanted to know the reason for such a strange question. I smiled and wanted to prove my intelligence to him. But he has repeatedly caught my ignorance. Every time he tried to touch me, I surrendered I could not tell him that I was looking for a place to lean on. For this resort I sought only when a beggar stretched out his hand to me in the crushing— Instead of giving anything, I used to pick up the empty seat of the bike because of his blind judgment. Seeing him, I thought of going blind again and again- I used to say the same thing to the reclining pole in the back seat But he repeatedly refuted my Vulnerable Theorem Instead he would say, If I go blind, the nest will be frozen in the signal. He wholeheartedly believed in this vision. I questioned the bike seat again today Who do you want to book today? He didn't answer- Instead, I was handed a notice of a silent march- I continued to bike towards the destination assuming silence. Today again the seat asked with surprised eyes - Whose touch do I really want in the back seat? Instead of an answer, I handed him the affidavit of indefinite strike.

- Kabir Khan