“Slow you might end up being in the valley on the right” A voice came from the rear seat of the mini van he was driving. “The road is bumpy, you’ll get us hurt.”
Inside his mind, he wanted to tell them all to shut up, but he did not want to do so. He was there to make them happy after all. He was their friend- their cohort- their support after all. So, there he was, happy and rejuvenated. He realized he was driving fast, but who gives a damn- He was a safe driver and always completed the journey before time- it was his plan to go on this journey with his friends, and here he was driving the car while the rest of his friends were at the back- blabbering, gibbering, tattling and dancing. Nobody even asked once if he wanted to join them. He was thinking- thinking about the good times he had shared with these people- but then these were the good times for them only- he had always been there to make them happy, to satisfy them and to pretend that he was as good as they were…
A sudden thought came into his mind in a flash- was he being selfish? Was he over reacting? Was he even worthy to be called their friend? But then; were they worthy of his friendship? He didn’t want to think in those terms. He had always so selflessly sacrificed everything for his family and friends.
Bang!!!
Everything spinning around him- lights glaring him in his eyes- sirens thundering- voices echoing- his eyes closed.
He woke up in a deserted land- no living being could be seen for miles- silence was deafening- yes “the silence” was deafening for him- sun was scorching down his throat- barren land spread for acres around him. He wanted to drink but water was not there. He wanted to eat but the food was not there- he wanted to run away but could not find his legs- he was lying helplessly- as helpless as a new born child waiting for its mother to feed it. He wanted to remember how he had reached this abyss- this void- this unfathomable arroyo. His mind was numb- his thoughts were random- his memory lost in the fireworks. Suddenly he saw a vulture flying directly above him- surprisingly he was ecstatic to see it- it was life after all- life which was absent from this quagmire- life which was even missing within himself- a sign of life finally- he thought. The beast was flying in his direction with its nose aimed at his chest- he knew it was going to be over- he knew it all was going to end- he knew and he was happy.
Bang again!!!
Now there were more vultures around him. He could not move yet he was sitting there, thinking- thinking how life less he was. He loved those vultures. At least they were a sign of life- so what if they were eating his flesh. He was back again. The end was so near yet so far.
