Living on the Edge
August 14th dawned bright and sunny. We were to celebrate Divya’s birthday at work that day ‘coz her birthday actually falls on the 15th, which is a holiday for independence day.
Ever since the cabs were stopped, Divya and I started traveling in the same auto to work. Since she lived just a couple of minutes away from my place, this was a sensible solution…or so we thought!
Divya had worn a new, white chikan work kurta and all the right accessories to complement it. As we sat inside the auto and began our journey, we had no inkling of what was to happen.
When we were halfway to work, a speeding bike appeared practically out of nowhere and crashed into the auto, making the auto unstable and overturning it on the road….with us in it.
I remember what went through my mind when the accident occurred. “This is it…our final moments”. Later, I found out that Divya had thought the same thing.
So the auto was on its side with me on the road and Divya on the side of the auto that was up in the air! I sustained minor cuts, bruises, and surface wounds. A little blood here and there. Although it looked as if Divya was unhurt and merely shaken by the accident, she later discovered she had pulled a ligament in her finger, which turned out to be a rather painful affair.
Divya’s treat to all of us for her birthday turned out to be a treat celebrating our narrow escape!We do consider ourselves lucky. It could have been much worse.
But after that day, every time we travel in an auto, our hearts are in our mouths. We keep telling the auto drivers to go slowly…and they never listen. Bikes whiz past us in all directions. Carts with long iron rods poking out of them dangerously are in front of us. We often get sandwiched between buses. Sometimes, I look at the bus tires with a vague sense of foreboding.Pedestrians and cyclists dart across making the auto driver screech to a halt. I keep wondering if the brakes are in perfect condition. Divya clutches her bags, her knuckles growing white with fear as we make our dreaded journey by auto.
In short, we have become absolute wrecks! Oh, for the safe and secure feeling of sitting in a Chevrolet Tavera and being driven to work in the office cab :(
August 14th dawned bright and sunny. We were to celebrate Divya’s birthday at work that day ‘coz her birthday actually falls on the 15th, which is a holiday for independence day.
Ever since the cabs were stopped, Divya and I started traveling in the same auto to work. Since she lived just a couple of minutes away from my place, this was a sensible solution…or so we thought!
Divya had worn a new, white chikan work kurta and all the right accessories to complement it. As we sat inside the auto and began our journey, we had no inkling of what was to happen.
When we were halfway to work, a speeding bike appeared practically out of nowhere and crashed into the auto, making the auto unstable and overturning it on the road….with us in it.
I remember what went through my mind when the accident occurred. “This is it…our final moments”. Later, I found out that Divya had thought the same thing.
So the auto was on its side with me on the road and Divya on the side of the auto that was up in the air! I sustained minor cuts, bruises, and surface wounds. A little blood here and there. Although it looked as if Divya was unhurt and merely shaken by the accident, she later discovered she had pulled a ligament in her finger, which turned out to be a rather painful affair.
Divya’s treat to all of us for her birthday turned out to be a treat celebrating our narrow escape!We do consider ourselves lucky. It could have been much worse.
But after that day, every time we travel in an auto, our hearts are in our mouths. We keep telling the auto drivers to go slowly…and they never listen. Bikes whiz past us in all directions. Carts with long iron rods poking out of them dangerously are in front of us. We often get sandwiched between buses. Sometimes, I look at the bus tires with a vague sense of foreboding.Pedestrians and cyclists dart across making the auto driver screech to a halt. I keep wondering if the brakes are in perfect condition. Divya clutches her bags, her knuckles growing white with fear as we make our dreaded journey by auto.
In short, we have become absolute wrecks! Oh, for the safe and secure feeling of sitting in a Chevrolet Tavera and being driven to work in the office cab :(
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