Watch out for Blue Bulls on the Highway at Night

An Omen for the New Year

Traveling along the desolate Indian road, night enveloped all I could see with a blanket the shade of pitch. My headlights, feverishly attempting to penetrate the foggy embankment that had slithered in, only secured 3, maybe 4 feet ahead of me to view. The ominous tone played a melody that sent chills through my body and heightened my senses.