Kiss of death

I met with an accident. Wrong. I met accident. That's also wrong. I had a close encounter with death. Cliched. So how was it or may be what was it? Well, death kissed me and left me with only a bruise. Life, friends, parents, job - these are things that we all take for granted at some point or the other in our life. We somehow start feeling that tomorrow will be just like today because yesterday was nothing different. But after I met with a road accident, in which I could have easily lost my life, the temporal nature of life is more obvious then ever. Because, not many people can claim to have come under a lorry and come out unscathed (unless they worked as a motor mechanic). It feels good to be alive.