accidents happen in slow motion.
its almost as if i can see it happening again. very clearly i remember a voice from inside, warning, “don’t board this bus. there’s a next one 10 minutes later. not this one. look, it’s already moving.” ignored it.
as in a slow motion now, i can see me running two light steps. then grabbing the side rails. i can see the footboard on which i’m to put my right foot. now i see the blue tee-shirt man who has not given me space to put that foot. then the ground moving beneath. don’t like this feeling clouding in.
crash. tumble. blank.
the next thing i realise, “am on ground.” on the left knee and elbow.
and one word.
dee.
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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