The commuters were sitting steady, trying to ease themselves and not letting the water from their bag or umbrella on the fellow commuters. The lady, who got inside last, got her cell phone out from the polythene bag, called someone and said that she would reach in an hour and not to worry,. Nandu drove the rickshaw on the left most side of the road letting all the other vehicles pass ahead of his. He saw a man waving to stop the rickshaw, but Nandu was not in a mood to let anyone in except the six inside. He knew how clumsy and uncomforting it is for the travelers when one loads around eight to ten in a six-seater. With precisely six in the rickshaw, he used to charge a couple of rupees more and nobody bothered until they were safely and comfortably landing the destination. He passed by the waving man, and then drifted his vehicle in the traffic ahead. There was a long queue of motors, trucks, of about a couple of kilometers. He knew all the bumps and the holes on the road. Cutting through the lanes, passing by massive trucks, he got the rickshaw in front of the signal, which had caused the long stuck traffic. Now it had started pouring hard with strong wind. The wind caused the covers of the vehicles to flutter harder, water started spraying inside. Nandu slowed down ahead as a commuter patted on his back to stop. The man, paying ten rupees, got down opening his umbrella and disappeared into the dark. A few meters away, he saw another man waving. ‘He did look like the previous one’, Nandu thought, stopping the vehicle next to him.
“Station?” the man, all drenched without any cover, asked Nandu.
“No man! You are standing at the opposite side. Go across the road, you shall get a rickshaw there.” Nandu moved his hand on the gear to proceed, when suddenly he saw the man’s head coming closer to him from the other side. Man looked innocent and in deep trouble. “I know I am at the wrong side but no vehicle is stopping there. Are you doing another trip? ” the man asked with hopeful eyes to Nandu. Nandu startled for a second then said “No man! I am not coming again.” and he moved the vehicle a couple of feet away. The man, still following the vehicle, rushes his head inside and said,
“Look, I have few people waiting across the road near the hospital, including a lady. Please see if you can come. I’ll give you fifty rupees a seat. I have five people with me.”
He put his hand on Nandu’s and asked with a gentle smile, “so, you would come, right?” Nandu felt his ultra cold hand, saw a weird light in his eyes, maybe a bloodshed look at the liners, or some absurd look! Startled Nandu said “ok ok, I‘d come”. He then said, “Good! Thanks! I’ll be standing there, across the road. See you.” Pointing his fingers near a banyan tree, he ran there. Shiver ran down Nandu’s spine as he started driving further. He felt a little weak for the rest of the journey. He reached Kusro in 20 more minutes. Rains slowed meanwhile, but poured in bits with a slower force. Before going home he stopped by his regular country bar. He started feeling very cold. He was shivering and felt like having fever. He ordered his regular strong alcohol, had couple of pegs, and suddenly remembered about the man he had affirmed to travel back to station. But, the remembrance dozed away as the alcohol made its effect. The cold weather demanded few more pegs than his regular intake.
Next morning he woke up all fresh, and healthy. He felt more refreshed. It amused him that how alcohol with a good sleep makes a good and refreshing combination. As usual, he washed his rickshaw, especially all the mud that had stuck around the wheels, bottom surface. He was all set for his new day, and for the first trip, at 7 a.m. before he could shout and seek any commuters he saw a group heading towards his vehicle, few men, and a lady, going to station to sell some fish. They all sat inside with a glib. ‘A good start for the day!’ he said to himself, as he got the rickshaw accommodated without any wait. The weather seemed very nice. Sky was clear, the nature had blossomed green. The muddy side paths looked beautiful surrounded by all green grass. He realized that his rickshaw was also running a little smoothly without the usual roaring engine noise. Strangely, he didn’t see any villager on the road, which he would usually observe on the road, to go to the station. The morning was pleasant, nobody spoke inside, and neither there was any other vehicle buzzing. He looked at his rear mirror, and was surprised to see no other fellow rickshaw drivers. He couldn’t believe it was the very road that had blocked yesterday night. ‘Is it a holiday today?’ he thought to himself, but soon realized it was middle of the week. Soon he came near the country hospital and he remembered, yesterday the man who had stopped the vehicle was to halt here. He just remembered it, and dozing off the very thought he accelerated on the free road. Suddenly from nowhere, Nandu saw a massive, long truck trying to cross the road from far end. Nandu slowed a bit, he let that truck pass, and again accelerated, only to find a hefty thrust to his rickshaw from behind. People inside neither screamed nor showed a little sign of movement. Before he could understand what hit from behind and about the commuters, he saw the truck which he just let pass, coming in an increasing speed towards his vehicle. Nandu blew horn with all his power in the hand, also trying to turn the vehicle to some safer side. He used all his driving skill to skip the speedy truck but he was helpless as nothing helped as his vehicle got damaged so badly from behind. Within seconds the rickshaw crushed like a small tin can. Bleeding Nandu fall out of rickshaw, his one leg stuck inside, near the brakes, another leg under the rickshaw, he cried loudly for help. He saw the fellow commuters bleeding too, but they didn’t show any sign of pain. They were also stuck inside but eventually came out with an ease. Nandu was crying loudly, in pain, asking for a help from them. They all came towards him, only to shock Nandu, when he could see their drastically stopped bleeding and dried blood on their cloths. He saw one man’s arm cut, the lady had a severe cut on her head, and another man’s flesh had come out of his limb. But they all came with a thin smile on their faces towards him. A sudden thrust to head, and he saw face of the yesterday’s man next to his face.
“You should have come yesterday, I was waiting for you.” The man said with a cold. “We all were waiting for you”, rest all followed in unison. They all lifted him letting his stuck body parts inside where they had stuck, carried him on their shoulders following the tall armless, one-footed man.
Back here in Kusro, all the villagers were discussing about the two tragic and massive accidents that occured yesterday night. It killed six people standing by the road to go to the station, and after a while on the same road another hit and run case with a rickhsaw. Those people were first hit by a truck and then again rolled over by another speedy truck coming from the wrong side.