that furious night in Dehradun...(Part 2)

(...continued from previous)

I looked back at Sushil who was running towards the Endeavour car to offer some help , and then I saw at the driver of that car, she was a girl. I just got a glimpse so couldn't figure it out whether she was matured enough to drive such monster on road. She was still conscious but I guess was terrified. She just accelerated her vehicle and landed on the other side of the road. The Side window of her car was already cracked and then this hurried act furthermore resulted in the breaking of the rear mirror and a heavy scratch on the side door after when the car got rubbed to the iron fencing of the divider. The terrified girl finally eluded from the spot.

Both of the guys returned and were perplexed. The situation itself gave us the reason to be annoyed. We all were looking at the girl who was swooned on the road. After a minute sushil took out his mobile, switched it on and made a call to 108 (ambulance in emergency).

“I don’t think they will reach here on the time as its raining heavily” said Sumit.

He and Deepak lifted up the girl. They carried her up to the footpath under the shed of bus stand.

Condition of the girl was miserable. The right cheek of the girl was tore, blood was coming out of her nose and head, both of her hands were rubbed so badly on the concrete road that the flesh of one of the hand came out thus allowed us to have a look at white bone which was maculated with blood by now.

“Omg, I can’t see that, we need to do something, we can’t wait for ambulance” said Deepak tiding his dirty white handkerchief on the girls head. The white handkerchief in no time turned red.

We and Sushil lifted the scooty and were trying to ignite its engine after when we decided to took the girl on the scooty to some nearby clinic or healthcare. Deepak came and was all dismayed. In the mean time few people also gathered at the bus stand. The fuel of the scooty was overflowed and hence wasn’t taking ignition.

“Damn it, nothing seems to be working well” I said giving a kick on the front tyre.

“Give a call to Ravi or Karan, they have a bike, tell them to reach here asap” I told to sushil.

after couple second of silence, Deepak exclaimed finally.

“Hey guys, did you hear something” 

Intense hooting of the ambulance was breaking the fierce of the environment. Finally something positive happened. The ambulance arrived on the time. It stopped near the bus stand and we ran towards it. The ambulance was accompanied by a junior doctor (I made a guess by her age), two attendants and a driver. The attendants took the girl inside the ambulance with the help of strature within no time and then penned down some details. Ambulance vanished soon dominating again the fierce sound of rain drops.

Sumit showed something to us and said;

“I got this from her pocket; she is an undergraduate commerce student at some college. I had already called her dad. He will be coming here in say half an hour. So we need to wait for him here only.”

It was the hostel identity card. We four were seated on the iron bench of the bus stand and were waiting for the girl’s dad. We were completely wet. Road was emptied again. I could saw the scooty which few minutes back denied to provide us any kind of help and now was standing in full of her attitude though the headlight was broken and the seat been tore as well. The red water was spread all around it.

Finally after around ten minutes Sumit broke the deep silence of the environment. He said to me that he got a call from her. She was actually asking for me, since my mobile was off so she called him instead. Sumit said that she is at her friends PG and desperate to meet you. She will be here in next forty minutes.

But now I don’t know why, but I wasn't ecstasized and it was quite enigmatic for me. May be because the girl’s misery were far more important than my feelings right at that moment. But yea somewhere in my heart, I was waiting for her…. waiting for her answer.

After in, say five minutes, she arrived on her activa with one of her friend. Both of them were covering themselves with colorful raincoat. She was driving the activa and suddenly stopped near that egoistic scooty. She stared at the scooty and then at her friend. And soon came to me. She was looking more perplexed and anxious than I expected her to be.

“What’s Minisha’s scooty is doing here, and what’s all this Red-Red….., bloodddddd….??”.

Well, I was expecting some answer but I got the question. She asked even though her facial expression were revealing that she knew the possible answer.

Who Minisha?? I asked.

“My sisterrrr, you Idiot” she answered in shivering voice. we got stunned and our Jaws were wide open. My body was all crippled as I heard this..

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