Bulletproof Monk

The road ahead has narrowed down, its now just around 10 feet wide. As I slow down, I notice that it’s a deadly cocktail of potholes, slush and deep ruts. There is an army truck ahead of me and barely sufficient room for both to pass each other without exchanging paint and fenders. In the quest for a bit more space, my eyes instinctively glance over to the left shoulder of the road. The view isn’t confidence inspiring as nature has generously garnished it with broken rocks, sharp stones which can easily shred tyres and boulders the size of…