Where do I walk?
I have never once walked to work safely. This morning, while I was walking on the arterial road to work, a blue BMTC bus missed me by inches. Close enough that I felt the draft on my arm, one would assume my heart was in my mouth. No, it wasn’t. This is routine. A little ahead, near my office, a delivery partner on an electric Yulu squeezed between me and an idling auto. I did not flinch. Now my brain does the math: vehicle velocity, distance, and there, I dodge. Honestly, this is no longer commuting. This is a survival exercise I perform every morning. ...