Autobiography of a Road
I am the Pipeline Road at Balkum, Thane. I know I am not dressed to perfection today but I cannot do much about it. My mother BMC has disowned me and does not bother anymore about my upkeep. TMC too doesn't care much because it has got nothing to do with me. The only people who care for me are residents of a nearby society who too worry about me because I am of use to them. Else, I am sure no one would have bothered about me and I would have died long back. In fact, it would have been better to die in a dignified manner long back in comparison to the life that I am leading right now. The pipeline nearby gets the needed attention from BMC but I get a step motherly treatment. I really do not know what caused BMC to behave like this with me. If I would have known I would have taken every step in my capacity to address it. Come election time and somehow I get special attention. I wish everyday could be election day because my wounded body gets bandaged. Even though the happiness is...