I am standing by the road outside Office waiting for an Auto. I hear the sharp crack of metal on plastic, that announces the accident. I turn my head in time to see a bike with its rider fighting for control. Some debris of the bike seems to be flying toward me. I manage to see the Bike rider hit the tar just before I freeze bracing for some sort of impact.That flying chunk lands a short distance in front of me. It drags for another 1 meter or so and comes to stop 50 cm before my feet.
I still did not move.
Vision clears. This is no debris. This is the pillion rider.
2 seconds .. 5 seconds .. 10 seconds
I still did not move.
I see no blood , but no movement from the body either. I am confused.
Around me people are already swinging into action.
Fuck! Swen do something? !! Like what ? Anything!I still did not move.
Other people are beginning to throw water into his face and trying to get him to move. I see no sign of life.
At least check his pulse!Slowly, agonizingly slowly, I reach out to check his pulse. Before I can reach down to him he starts to cough.
I take two steps back. I melt into the crowd that had gathered.
What was if that was your friend? I would have done something! Are you sure? ….I am ashamed.
I walk away trying to convince myself that I would have done something if nobody else was there and it was up to me.
10 minutes later the whole world is normal again.
