Milk and Blood on EM bypass

I saw the EM Bypass painted in strange colours yesterday morning. The relentless office-hour traffic had slowed down a bit near the group of people who had huddled together on the side of the road a kilometre south of Chingrihata. There was white milk spilled on the black asphalt...and there was red blood on the white milk. The painter lay prostrate a few metres ahead...milk still flowing out of the containers tied to the bicycle. A traffic police and some others were trying to lift him up and put him in a vehicle. But the man looked too calm...the tiny read square a little over his forehead, from which the red oozed out and merged with the white, too ominous. Yet another bicyclist bites the dust.