That was so many years ago. Still it remains in my brain. I always try to forget it. That was how everything started. Now, I even shudder at the very thought of looking into the eyes of the man who once helped me from the accident. Why did it happen? How did it come this far? Anyways, what is over is over. I hope it’s time we bury it somewhere.
Now in college, after that real dreadful night, when it all went awfully wrong…I feel like a fish out of the closet. Preethi was the first girl to ever do it…to me. And the feeling of guilt that I went through…all those days…oh I shudder at the very mention of it. Why did I even volunteer for it? Where did my reason go? Where was “BiBbi’s great techniques of avoiding Girl troubles.” ? Screw everything. Now everything is just a memory. A dark scar that shows itself at the worst of times…
I cycle up the hill. Oh no its following me! I shift down. and turn the cycle to the hollowness of the cliff beside me. It's better to cycle thin air than to be dinner to Dahaka, the timekeeper, and so the jump! But then, a set of black tentacles have already got its grip on me! Oh No!
I wake up. It was a nightmare. Phew! "Wait a min..What the heck! where am I?" "Oh you are awake", a sweet voice comes from the other side of the drapes...maybe the sweetest ever to my ears ever since..."I'll call pappa" I use all my strength to see who that was. But I couldnt. My back was aching. It was the dirty fall.
Soon I found myself in the company of the owner of whatever place I was in. He was a rather tall man with a thick moustache, and reminded me of forensic experts at the Police Headquarters near Vellayambalam. "Hello kid, I am Sameer Sinha, the IG of Police." Ohkay...I was wrong..he was indeed on top of the food chain. "And this is my daughter Preethi..." I turn my gaze to a rather sweet girl, about my age. Yeah, it was her. I don't know, but what I recieved first was a brief smile that I will never forget.
Preethi Sinha, the daughter of Sameer Sinha, was a class topper in the uptown school. I've heard of her, but then never expected her to be an angel. Apparently, from what Sameer uncle told, it was their car that caused my potential and kinetic enegy to distribute arbitiarily on the road. Preethi wanted to grap the steering, which the IG of police refused and in all that controlling of the wheel and all, I got hit.
Pretty bad and good life turns out at the same time no? How oxymoronic.