You and I both know that I am not such a firm believer in you. But it is times like this when I am forced to consider your existence; times when I have sinned and my conscience refuse to forgive me. The other day, I had gone to purchase a few book, and I couldn’t find a parking space for a quite a while. Finally I did find a spot, but alas, it wasn’t wide enough for my bike (I ride a thumper). So I got off my bike and shoved aside the bikes on either side, to make room for my bike. I was gone for barely a couple of minutes, and as I returned I saw a police truck approach, the kind they use to haul wrongly parked two-wheelers. As I unlocked my motorcycle, the truck stopped right behind me, a couple of guys got off and pulled the bike parked next to mine into the truck. I suppose while making space for my bike, I unknowingly pushed the maroon bike out of the assigned parking space. With my heart thumping louder than my bike, I sped away, fearful, lest I be chased by the owner of the maroon motorcycle. I my books, there are few greater sins than harming one’s ride. Forgive me Lord, for I have sinned.