Vagaries..........

it couldnt have been him. No . Of course not.Even as he lay wounded and dying, he was desperate for one thread of of assurance ,a glance,an indication,an iota of someone's belief....... a whisper that could put his tortured conscience , finally,to peace that had eluded him for years......in the last thereos of life,one often hears...........scenes of life flash before one's life................. then was he dying??? Maybe. Probably.



Somebody was shifting the venetian blinds.............and bright sunlight filtered in..............

"tomar bondhu esheche"

"ke? ashish?"

"hmm"


..................it was such a sunny morning..............how could it have turned into one of darkest days of his life????????

life was fast ebbing out of him..................he was now aware of a numbness that was gripping him...........how long before he turned cold????........


the highway was in perfect condition.........perfect enough for a real spin before college................the sensations were so real........... flying through the air................great music.......
heavenly day.


Blackness was spreading over his eyes............blurred streetlights in the distance....... honking horns all fading away........maybe he might yet find peace...

........Ashish's smashed face loomed large..........what had happened???? how had Ashish died???
surely he wasnt responsible??? No,of course not. wasnt that what his mum had told him??? his dad had repeated???



Maybe he'd ask Ashish. Ashish always spoke the truth.