Final Lap.
When in Bullet Time, you have to steer corners at an angle 50 degrees lower than you normally would. That is how the game is played.
But what's interesting to note is that when you're playing this game, your senses are jammed with insecurity. That the whole world is plotting against you, your car, and Mia. You're leading by a good 4 seconds when unexpectedly, the final right turn has been made sharper in the final lap, and a shortcut introduced. So that while you panic seeing it and pull off a fucked up bullet time turn, the others take the shortcut to glory, the pink slip, and Mia's pants.
Then you get expressive. Unlike the last decade of your life, where you have had to make do with chocolate truffle.
If you're anything like me, you're already in the whirlpool of love. You'll press the circle button to restart. Your life has been completely changed by this game, and you cannot let this go now. You'll kneel to play until you win. And then you'll play some more. When Mia's yours.
Today, I feel like taking it off the track, into a lay bye. I want to get out but Mia's shapeshifted into a seatbelt that locked on the last corner I cut. The worst part is that I believe she doesn't lie and that I'm not just another thing she can or cannot do without.
It had been a good year without all this adulteration.
This, my friends, is the final lap. Everything else, is dust and air.
9XM chooses this time to play Dilli-6. I vow to be happy. Goodbye, Delhi.
