Memories at an unshared space..continued...
by Sneha Subramanian Kanta
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We all have it in us, to take each day and relationship for granted, to be rest assured that tomorrow would be good.
Tuesday morning, 11’o clock, and I am in my car and trying to overreach the traffic light at Delhi. I was totally irritated for being stranded in traffic for over twenty minutes and finally decided to get out of the car.
Frustrated, I banged the car door and started walking. After sometime, I saw many people being gathered around something. I went ahead, to see what had happened. There was a Toyota Innova that had hit someone.
Pools of blood had been scattered everywhere and I fret at the sight. I went closer, and my breath went away for a minute. Regaining consciousness, I went right near the person and touched her face. I didn’t know what I was doing. To my surprise, it was the same person Vandana, this time pregnant and hit badly.
Passers by commented that she was a beggar somewhere; some said she had fled from the mental asylum. Only, I stood numb.
The body that fluttered her eyes and once spoke to me had now died. Ambulances and police vans clustered around a corner of a road. And I stood, deep in gaze and thought, looking at her in silence.We leave him there. Back to page 1 ....