The Last sign

Screeeeeeeech …! Bump…! The Toyota driver lost his control over the break, like Dr. Faustus over insatiable passion, hitting an electric pole and dustbin together brutally. Bow-wow! A stinky dog jumped out of the dustbin and ran away from the scenario. The dustbin and the E-pole were standing together on the footpath like a newlywed couple, hugging each other, waiting for a Toyota to go for a honeymoon. The strong blow of one side of the Toyota at 100km/hr. broke the back of the electric pole and left it bent forward as somebody does this on an English commode. The dustbin could not bear the kick of the Toyota on its stomach and vomited everything inside of it on the road; jagged metal, glass shards, discarded syringes, rotten vegetables, feathers of a chicken, a freshly broken egg like it just came out of chicken in an emergency and what not. The Toyota itself lost both of its eyes like Oedipus rex of a Greek tragedy.

A woman yelled, “Curse on you...! You killed my Kaku, the last sign of my husband! ohh! You son of a bitch, I was searching for the last gift of my husband since morning, you snatch my baby” Everybody present in the situation was surprised at the sudden appearance of Rahila Bibi, whose husband, a soldier, died on LOC in inter border skirmishes within a half year of their marriage.

Rahila Bibi was running towards the car on bare feet full of dirt, with dusty irregular locks, which were falling from her head like a cascade of charcoal, beating her breast in mourning, continuously crying “Save my baby, save my life” and swearing at the driver at the same time. It looked as if she was rushing towards the scene to kill the driver instead of saving the last hope of her life.

The driver got out of the Toyota faintly as he was also the victim of his blunder and was shocked to see the fresh blood flow on the road. Her Kaku’s legs were badly bruised, and the chest looked broken. If you were there, you would have heard the loud snores coming from the broken lungs and the damage to other respiratory organs. Kaku was laying half-alive, on the road struggling to deceive death in the favor of life, questioning the people, probably thinking why are they standing like an audience to Shakespeare’s Hamlet rather than calling an emergency service to save an innocent’s life?

When Rahila Bibi reached the scene, she punched the driver in anger and fell on the road. “Don’t; leave me, baby, don’t leave me, look your mama is here, keep breathing, keep breathing for God's sake, keep breathing!”

Crying continuously “somebody saves my baby; I will give you all my wealth and that plot as well, save my boy, save, save!” Tears shed perpetually like a volcano that erupted from the center of her eyes, leaving marks on her dusty face.

’Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo”! Everyone was astonished to see the quick arrival of the ambulance as if it was waiting at the corner of the street to let the accident happen to provide emergency services. The rescue squad of the ambulance in white overcoats from head to knees looked like living corpses, sprang out of the ambulance, rushed towards the car, held Rahila Bibi in both of her arms, threw her into the mobile hospital, and left the scene.

The dog that had fled the scene came back once again, seeing no one on the spot, sprinted towards kaku, held it by its wings, and ran towards the nearest forest to enjoy his meal.

When the ambulance was leaving, the back mirror read, “Your mental health is our priority.”