This morning, we lost a colleague. A man like any of us. On a bike, headed to work. A sudden skid. A speeding bus. A heartbeat silenced before the sun had risen high. He had just become a father. The weight of that truth stopped me. Somewhere, a baby waits to grow up hearing stories instead of memories, searching for the face of someone they’ll never truly know. I ride the same road. I, too, have two small daughters—Siri and Sindhu—waiting for me every evening. When I heard the news, I imagined myself in his place. My girls waiting... but no door ever opening again. It shook me. And from that ache, two truths emerged: 🔴 1. He wasn’t wearing a helmet. It seems small—until it’s everything. We often skip it: it’s too hot, too rushed, too uncomfortable. But sometimes that one decision is all it takes to turn fate. 🕒 2. The Biometric Clock. Our shift starts at 07:15 AM. It’s non-negotiable. We race against time, ag...