We were on our way back from tirupathi when the national highway lead to a barren circle .
It was a great day , the sun playing peek-a-boo with us pilgrims in the car . Since the road ahead did not look promising we decided that I should get off and get the guidance for a proper road to bangalore .
The junction was eerie without a soul in sight . There was a arrack shanty near by (50 feet away or so) since these are dangerous places i proceeded with caution . Just as i had travelled a few steps away from our car i saw a big truck propelling with its heavy load towards the circle .
From the side opposite to which our car had been parked two boys {around myage , Singing happily , laughing , i did see his face} were speeding on there sparkling purple bike towards the circle .
The unthinkable happened , in a instant the rider's head was detached . The pillion was still stuck under the truck with agony that words cannot justify and then i took the decision to flee the scene albeit my enquring had not even started . i got into the car and asked my dad to drive away which he promptly did .
As i sat in the car safely with my seat belt fastened i could not help but imagine the plight of crippled boy .
Then i saw it a rush of white , An ambulance was rushing in the opposite direction you know where it was going .
As we bribed ourselves to forget about it at a hotel with dinner , there is a feeling , a strong one at that, the one i used to get as a kid when i hurt another living thing . That i in a way helped him reach his deathbed . Did he die ??
I dont know ! I hope he is hale and hearty . I pray for him .
