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I look up at the heavens, as if silently asking for help.

Or glaring at the universe.

Whichever works.

I kick the punctured tire of my two wheeler, irritated beyond belief.

Why didn't I just book a cab.

To the supermarket.

I look around,feeling helpless.

I was beginning to get odd looks from passerbys every few minutes. There weren't many people at this time,but the ones passing by would make sure to just glance my way and continue their journey.

Thanks Universe,for letti