A Midnight Fall on an Indian Street

The night in the city carries a heavy silence, waiting for the shadows to move.

A mechanical beast cuts through the dark, its wheels churning the dust of

the road. In an instant, balance is lost, and the world tilts toward the

unforgiving ground. Momentum and gravity collide, scattering petals across the cold,

rough asphalt of the street. The dust settles as the life once held in

motion comes to a sudden rest. Under the harsh white glare, only the red

of the roses remains to speak.