Prologue:
There aren't enough pages here or anywhere else to archive... but one can hazard a guess that the meanings got lost in translation... this is perhaps a subtle, but the only way to put it...
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A lonely stretch... not a soul in sight, except the two of 'em at the accident spot...
A car, driven recklessly by a pretty young gal, had hit a reveler crossing the street, who admittedly was under the influence of Absolut. The reveler had been completely oblivious of the car coming his way since the street, after much deliberations in the past, had long been declared a permanent no-entry zone....
The scene was pretty gory... pretty 'n gory are an oxymoron but since everything else with the reveler has always been considered to be an oxymoron too, therefore the implication here isn't much ironical either...
The over speeding, out of control car had banged head on into the unsuspecting reveler. The resultant impact of which, the car had almost annihilated the reveler with both his arms getting absolutely mutilated under the wheels... not to add that since the reveler was known by all to carry his heart up the sleeve, the heart too got crushed in the impact... but that's the inane part... at the moment the story is about the mutilated arms and no other triviality...
The reveler was down in anguish... at a first look from far distant, certainly it would have appeared to the onlookers that the injured is dead or surely paralyzed... but as told earlier, there wasn't another soul in sight... a closer look revealed that apparently the reveler was yet alive as he writhed in pain... the writhing was the only known sign of life as the heart had been crushed too... sorry, my bad, still deviating to the inanes...
The gal, without bothering to get out of car, simply rolled down the window a bit and yelled, “Stop the cry of anguish, will ya... what is wrong with ya... ya'r alive 'n still have ya'r legs. That is more important than anything else...”
The reveler cried aloud in pain, “why did ya now drive down this street when it had already been declared safe for walking?”
The gal thought 'n said, “This is a short cut, I have to travel miles, ya see... in any case, no assurances last forever... now don't obstruct, get moving, will ya!”
The reveler was numbed, both by the infliction 'n the sheer callousness, “I am almost a vegetable... am disabled, will need time 'n care to get up”
This infuriated the gal, “I know ya'r doing this only to get trillion sympathies... is it going to solve ya'r problem... look at me, I am hurt too, am I crying... nah, I have to go miles with the smiles... Get a life, will ya”
Still smarting from the pain, the bemused reveler queried, “I am sorry, I didn't know ya got injured too, are ya ok?”
The gal calmly reverted, “no dumbass, I didn't suffer even a scratch, but look at the dent on the bonnet, my heart cries to see that mark on the impeccable sheen... I know ya bastard won't move anytime soon so I'll just reverse my car 'n take off... goodbye... 'n goodbye doesn't means farewell, if ever I see ya on this road again, I'll come back unannounced 'n kill ya for sure.... Loser!!!”
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Epilogue:
The gal later was much relieved to find out that the car, despite the mess, emerged scratch less, the dent was only an iota of dirt, which the service station people were too happy to wash off for her... in gratitude, the gal prayed to God, “For a moment, I was shaken fearing the dent would ruin the beauty of my car... but thanks, the car is just like new... I'd come to temple all the subsequent tuesdays if ya will take care of my car, let it be immortal, unlike the jerk I had crushed”
The reveler walks now, 'coz walking is all he knows... but sans hands, is unable to work, to eat, to do anything.... except for walking like a dead man, a zombie... shocked 'n scared of another mishap, he now refuses to go down any street, any road, any path...
