I am still a few miles away from my house…my house?…was it my house…no it was never. It was always my parents house and although I am going there after a long time but still I am not ready to go there…to face them all...to answer their questions. So I changed my way and started going from another way, actually from a long way.
I started driving but my mind was somewhere lost in the thoughts of this place…Actually I have a very old relation with this city…Mumbai…I was not born here but when my father realized that satara is not a perfect place to establish our family business…he shifted here with me and my mom. In the beginning I was not happy because I never wanted to stay away from my friends but after few days I don't know when this place became my favorite place… May be this change in me was because of the stories told by my father to me about this place or because of the filmy atmosphere about which I used to hear from my uncle who was in mumbai. From my childhood I was a modern type of girl who only wanted to fly but satara was not a big city but the lights of Mumbai made me realize that this is the place where I should live. The day I came here for the first time was one of the happiest day of my life but today is very different. Again I am coming to same place after years but this time it is very painful for me.
The car vibrates as I slam on the brakes. The motion of my car is changing into zig zag and here I am. Few seconds ago I was thinking about my whole life but now only one incident is running before my eyes. Those painful moments are in front of me again.
No no no..this is not what I want to remember before my death. There is another thing too that I should remember that is my father's warning to drive slow on this road and ya he was right. I know that at this hour of night how many animals used to cross this road. After all I m crossing a forest but no…you can only realize your mistakes after u made them. As a deer was crossing the road I slammed on the brake and my car got out of balance and now I m plough into this tree I don't know for how many minutes I can survive here.
A scream comes from my mouth as the windshield of my car is shattered and its pieces are now all over me. I really need to relax myself. Okay so now everything has come to a abrupt stop.
I need to do something. I should have a look at my surroundings but a painful scream comes out of my mouth as I try to turn my head. Looks like my neck is hurt the most. Pulling the door is also not helping. May be because of accident's effect it is refusing to open.
Now what… I can't move. I can only sit and stare. And also can hope that at this hour of night somebody will come to this disclosed area and will help me.
Fifteen minutes have passed and nothing is different. Don't know for how long I have to wait. Hey wait! I can hear a engine's sound. oh no it passed away…or may be no…I can hear it slowing down. And here is someone for my help.
"Oh god." he says in a whisper.
And I am like same only the oh is replaced by thank so it's 'thank god'.
I am not able to see his face but he is tall and looks like a gentleman from his coat.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
"yea" I replied.
He tries to pull the door but the door seems to neglect his attempt. He tries again and this time he is able to open it.
He gives me his hand and I take it and tries to come out but I am not able to. My whole body is paining like hell.
"Careful!" he says and helps me to stand straight and takes me to his car.
After opening the door, he makes me sit on the passenger seat.
"I should call ambulance." he whispers to himself.
"No! I m fine." I say
"doesn't seems so." He says se he glances back at my car.
" No seriously I am. Accident dekhne mai bada lag ra hai but mujhe jyada chot ni ayi."
"okay then we will go to hospital at least. They should have a look."
"okay." I say as I know I really need a medicine for my neck. It is paining like hell.
He comes to driving seat and turn on the light of car and first time I am able to see his face. He is handsome and I was right he looks like a gentleman. He seems to be in his early thirties.
He gives me bottle of water from his side.
"I m really thankful to you. Agar aap nhi ate toh shayad mujhe sari raat yhi katni padti."I say while taking the bottle.
"it was not a big deal. I was just going back to my home and then I saw your car." he says.
"btw I m tarika musale."
"ohh hlo. I m abhijeet…Abhijeet shrivastava. Nice to meet u."
"Same here."
