Nightfall on the Indian Road

The night was still, the air thick with the dust of a thousand

journeys. Then, a heavy rumble shattered the silence, a giant of

iron cutting the dark. A sudden lapse in focus, and gravity claimed

its toll on the weary traveler. He hit the ground hard, the rough asphalt

meeting him with a cold embrace. And there he lay, a still figure

beneath the watchful glare of city lights.