“It was a good thing they decided to stop by the police station.”

“…a good thing they’re giving us a ride.”

“We hardly left them any choice.”

“Even so, lucky us.”

There were four of them sitting in the back seat of the car. Squeezed together like playing a game of poke-a-rib.

Two of them were boys, similarly dark and lanky. The grumpier one was called Ganesh. Long haired, angular nosed, arched heroine-like eyebrows, a mole on his upper lip that bobbed when he spoke. Hands that stayed clasped on his laps. A stiff body. Stiff movements. Very angry. His friend was Vinod. More genial. Gaunt cheeks but huge bags under his eyes and chin. Bruises on his forehead. Welts under his eyes. Nervous movements. Constantly scratching his head. As if checking for lice. Or blood.

Next to them was a very dishevelled woman in her thirties. Shilpa. She looked as if she had just gotten out of bed. Hair in clumps over her forehead and ears. Her well-tailored clothes crumpled. Necklace awry. Lipstick smudged, Kohl, running down her cheeks. The corners of her mouth were pulled down in a permanent grimace. She looked like a disgruntled mannequin.

And last was an old man. Avinash. Generously built. Slightly bent. Slow, deliberate movements. In green kurta and white pyjama. Sports shoes on his feet as if he had just been out for a walk. He was the most pleasant looking of the lot. Smiley. Twinkling eyes.

“Why wouldn’t the damn constable release our vehicles?” Ganesh grumbled.

“He was totally ignoring us,” Shilpa said.

“Both the car and the bike were in pathetic states,” Avinash murmured.

“Do you think we’ll ever get them back?” Vinod asked. “Or get back in them?” They chuckled together.

The four of them, save for Vinod and Ganesh who were childhood buddies, had grown friendly during their visits to the police station. The police outpost where they met, was located ten kilometres from the first toll naka after hitting NH228. The police wouldn’t release their vehicles, so every time they looked for someone to hitch a ride back to town with. Today they’d gotten hold of a couple and had just started their ride back when the guy stopped. He had had an argument with the woman he was with and she was crying. He got out of the car.

“Do you think I should comfort her?” Shilpa whispered, jerking her chin at the woman weeping in the front passenger seat.

“Fat lot that’s gonna help,” Vinod murmured. He was always doing that, discouraging and criticizing people. The worst ever pillion, Ganesh told him at least once every day. An irritating, nagging extra. Why not just come to the front and do what you want me to do? Vinod never did that though. Too afraid. Too bored. He was the archetype backseat driver and played his role to perfection.

Then a voice piped in. Like a sage from the mountains. “You could try,” Avinash said, “but I doubt she’d hear you, the state she is in.”

The weeping woman was Arohi, in love and betrothed to the man standing outside, smoking. He was trying to calm himself down as was she. Usually cheerful, funny and level-headed, Arohi was presently upset. The fight they’d had been recurring with her fiancé Veer for many months now. They loved each other with a crazy kind of zeal, but Veer loved something even more. Racing. Cars. Racing his fancy sports car on empty streets. Or even what only looked like sort of empty streets.

After a few minutes, Veer leaned to look inside. Exchanged glances with Arohi. Then tentatively smiled.

Shilpa sighed softly. “Ah, to be in love…”

“It’s not easy…and not all black and white,” Avinash muttered.

“I know!” Shilpa snapped.

Shilpa couldn’t tell Avinash how well she knew. That was the reason she looked like she did. She knew he wanted to ask, ever since they’d bumped into each other at the police station, but he had restrained himself. She was grateful but wanted to tell him all the same. To explain.

She’d found her husband in the arms of another woman. A prostitute. In a hotel room. She’d known something shady was going on for some time now. The furtive phone calls, the two-day trips outside of town, money flowing out of their joint accounts. At first, she’d kept quiet. She had two little children. No job. Her husband was rich. If he left her, where was she to go?

But when he went upstairs to his hotel room with that gorgeous blonde, Shilpa lost it. Snatching the keys from the startled valet, she’d driven out of the hotel’s lobby in a frenzy, careened the car through the busy roads and then into the highway in a matter of minutes. Uncaring of who was around. Her eyes blinded by tears.

It was six in the evening then. People were stepping out for their evening walks.

But she saw nothing…

A quarrel broke into her reverie. It was Ganesh and Vinod. They’d been at it ever since Shilpa and Avinash met them at the station three days ago, hanging around their impounded vehicles in the tow yard.

“You thought the truck was moving?” Vinod shouted.

“Why didn’t you stop me?” Ganesh growled. “I asked you, right?”

“We were both drunk,” Vinod said. “I told you to check yourself.”

“Why didn’t you…,” Ganesh shouted back. His eyes bulged in anger. Then simmered down when he noticed Arohi had turned, a questioning look on her face.

“Shhh…” Shilpa and Avinash warned together.

But Ganesh was fuming.

They had both been drunk. A little more…a little more…then some more. They had done it so many times before. Another time, what did it matter? Ganesh had felt light-headed the moment he’d started the bike but thought he’d look like a wimp if he said he was too drunk to drive. What was too drunk anyway? Then Vinod had started to chatter away and he was distracted.

The truck in front of them had looked like it was at a halt. And they’d jammed straight into it. The bike had swerved and they’d fallen. Skidded. Vinod was thrown off to the other side of the road and Ganesh hit the back of the truck and went under. Flopping like headless dolls. The truck driver had abandoned the vehicle and fled.

An empty road. No helmets. Grievous injuries. It was a while before help arrived.

The incident played out in both their heads. There was a brief moment of silence.

Then they spoke together.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have been talking so much,” Vinod said.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have drunk so much,” Ganesh said.

Awkwardly, they hugged. Watery eyes. Loose grins. Sad faces.

“And I’m sorry I hit you,” Shilpa said, turning to Avinash. Her lips turned down further. A tear escaped her eye. “I wasn’t looking. I was so angry and…,” she gulped, “I didn’t see you cross the road even though it was a zebra crossing.”

He shrugged and said lightly. “What’s done is done.”


She opened her mouth to say something but just then the door on the driver side opened. Veer came in and sat down. Then turning to Arohi, and with a slow, conciliatory smile, said, “I’ll be careful, I promise. I know it’s dark and I should mind where I’m going.”

“This is not an F1 race,” Arohi prompted.

He nodded. His smile grew wider. “It’s not.”

Reaching out, she patted his cheek. Her misty eyes glittered in the dark.

“I want to be able to eat at Shamiana tonight,” she said softly. “Watch a movie at PVR tomorrow. Have your babies. Buy a house. Why not just be careful. What’s the hurry?”

He nodded again. Turned the key. Started the engine.

“I agree, honey bunch,” he murmured. “I lost myself there for a moment. With the roads so empty…one gets excited….We don’t get that in the city, right? But I won’t do it anymore. Promise.”

Collective sighs from the back. Sad. Remorseful. A couple of sniffs.

Arohi turned. Glanced around. Then turned back to face the front, a frown on her face.

“What?” Veer asked.

“It’s been weird,” she said.

“What has?”

“Ever since the police stopped you at the barricade…,” she bit her lip, “the insides of the car feels strange…heavy…stagnant…,” she turned again to stare at the empty darkness behind, “and it’s like I can hear whisperings.”

“What rubbish,” he snorted. Reached out and stroked her hair. “Imagining things again, are we?”

She shrugged. Turned on the radio.

No one heard them sigh again. Voices lost is the wind. Ghosts in the backseat….ghosts that were fading…as they slowly came to terms with their unexpected deaths.

“She’s a smart one, that girl,” Ganesh said. “She can hear us.”

“She would’ve seen us too if you’d kept us alive,” Vinod muttered.

“A moment of madness, that’s what it was,” Shilpa said.

“A moment…and a whole life’s gone,” Avinash said. Lowered his head. “And all our loved ones…left behind.”


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