At 97, the speed of
the speedometer was flickering like a candle trying its best to stay alive
amidst heavy winds. I was zipping past the stationary flora on my sides and the
physics of relative motion suddenly came afresh and alive acting as a
catalyst to the thrill that speed was giving me.
I crushed more fuel and in few seconds
hit the century mark with aplomb. The highway was as straight as an arrow and
deserted on a bright afternoon sans any insane to compliment me on my lighting
speed. Why would a sane travel at that breakneck speed? The adrenaline rush was
giving me goose bumps but I paid no adherence to it.
The distant mirage's pursuit was an
exercise in futility. The faster I approached, the faster it vanished into
oblivion. Every passing second stared at an irreparable damage.
Blood trails spoke veiled volumes.
Reaching the nearest hospital, I
dropped my profusely bleeding pillion who was riddled with bullets- a soldier. That a peaceful town was under terrorist attack and counter operations were going on is what I reported.
Speed thrills. Speed kills. Today it may save
as well.