The day I almost died
It happened a fortnight ago. Another apparently normal day. 10 a.m. Coffee break. I rethought my schedule. Fetch the phone from the repair shop. Buy coffee. No puffs. No butter bun (To compensate for one tenth of the phone expense). I am riding my scooty. There's always a little traffic as the bus always stops a little ahead of the bus stop. And people would run to catch the bus. That day, the bus is patiently standing in the bus stop with me right behind. Few honks here. Few honks there. Wait people, I'm riding a scooty here, not a bat mobile. I can't just take off on top of the bus. A car comes behind me. The car guy tries to overtake and cross the wrong lane. Another bus comes in the opposite direction. Chaos. The car guy tries to do something. I feel a sudden wave of vibration passing through my spine, across my shoulders, down to my arms, hands and fingers. The next moment I'm standing, with two buses on either side of me and the car behind. Remember peninsu...