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Wiped Clean


 My passion for driving always stuck with me since I got behind the wheel. Being myopic from a young age, I always wanted a clear windscreen on my car. Driving safely and being responsible for my passengers and the others on the road demanded clear driving conditions. Wiper blades are the most sensitive part of a motor car. Being exposed to nature, they wear out fast. Heavy monsoons at my place add to the woes of wet driving conditions.

I replace them quite often as I have to see the road ahead clear. Nowadays, quality has deteriorated due to the increasing costs. Anyway, I replaced it on schedule. In two weeks, streaks appeared when the blades started to wipe. It bothered me as it was sooner than expected. I worried about the streaks made by the sooner worn-out part of the wiper. The road ahead was again not clear. The two streaks ran parallel and were almost at my eye level, blurring my vision of the road.

I pondered for a while. Wasn't I too focused on the two little streaks made by the wiper and missing out on the better part of the windscreen wiped clean by the wiper? I shifted my focus from the blurred portion to the clear areas. Lo! The road ahead was very much clear now.

Isn't this in our lives too? We unwantedly focus on the streaks of life that blur our future and miss the major part of life, not enjoying the beauty of the view of life ahead.



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