Rohith, one day, decided to plot his journey time to office vs the time he starts at home to predict the traffic pattern on that route. He noted the timings for five days: starting at different times, stopping for nothing except traffic.
On sixth day, a natural phenomenon that could easily jeopardize the mission posed a threat. But to his surprise, this was his fastest journey, with no traffic signals or congestions. He parked his bike in office, took out the helmet and screamed “I am never doing these kind of stupid experiments again!” while scratching his head violently.
PS: As 55 fiction is too hard for me, thought of starting 99 fiction. Because I wanted to write something than do nothing.
