‘Not just yet’, Destiny whispered.

It was unplanned. But it was all he could do, a last wish. A last memory, together. For she doesn’t have too long on her, to stay. Mr. & Mrs Dasgupta has been married for almost 25 years now. A rollercoaster, full of good, bad and the ridicule. Childhood sweethearts turned professors, working at the same University, were inseparable. Until they weren’t. The news of her illness came like a hurricane in their lives and destroyed the very soul of their beings. It wasn’t just her illness but the harsh reality that their time is limited shattered them the most.

A Sunday afternoon, looking far off the window, Mr Dasgupta found his wife lost in a reverie. He asked what she desired. To which she smiled and glanced his way. Her eyes spoke of mischief and he knew whatever crossed her mind, he couldn’t say no to that.

Here they stood, on July afternoon. It was raining cats and dogs but there were not many people in plain sight at Vaniyambadi railway station, a small town in Tamil Nadu. But then again, who in their right minds would leave their houses in such weather. Seated beneath a shade, shielding themselves from the heavy downpour the couple began hearing noises from a distant. Feigning ignorance the first few times, the couple stood, alert at the loud shriek of a man.

Braving their steps, the couple moved in the direction of the noise. Fearing the worst. Upon reaching the place, what laid in front of them broke their heart in pieces. A 17 year, a victim of a car crash, howling in pain for help. The couple rushed in for help but it was of no use. The boy was stuck, his guitar lay broken upside down. Looking for help, Mr Dasgupta rushes back to the railway station. He tried narrating the accident to the few people standing but nobody wanted to intervene. He felt helpless but he wasn’t just ready to give up yet. A few metres away from the railway station, was a mechanic shop. Mr Dasgupta felt hopeful. He spoke in rush sentences but the message was clear. An accident. A kid. Fatal.

Not wasting a moment more, Aman, the mechanic took his tools and accompanied Mr Dasgupta. Measuring the urgency of the situation, he made a call to a nurse, Bindu Menon. An old, learned lady tending to his family for years. He knew she could help him.

On the other hand, seeing Mrs Daspupta struggling to help the kid stuck in the car, Ponnamma, a dealer of salted fish from Madurai, came rushing and gasped at the sight of what lay bare. Seeing the deteriorating health of Mrs Dasgupta herself, he asked her to rest a bit and started aiding the kid himself. He knew he couldn’t save him if he doesn’t stop the bleeding. So he tore his shirt and wrapped around the kid’s chest.

Aman, along with Bindu and Mr Dasgupta reached the location but it was too late. The boy couldn’t make it. His body gave in and there was nothing they could do. Bindu rushed in, in hope to look for a pulse but she found none. Aman, helped them to take his body out of the car. By this time, a crowd has accumulated, everyone was horrified looking at the lifeless body. In unison, they decided to bury him but not without a parting ritual. Sister Nimmy, a nun from a convent in Shillong stood among the crowd. The scene which unfolded in front of her left her in tears, so she stepped forward and chanted the final prayers, so his soul may rest in peace.

After witnessing such a horrid event, Mr. & Mrs Dasputa decided to go back home and not proceed with their original plan. A few hours later, they watch the news and realize that the train they were supposed to board, had ran off track from a bridge. The ticker on the breaking news read, ‘No survivors found’.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Suraj Rao says:

    You might wanna check out Trial by Franz Kafka

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  2. extinct0703 says:

    Too good a description

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