It was a hot summer afternoon. The dusty streets were empty. My car was on a roll. I knew I was speeding but it was okay, there wasn't anyone checking.
I was driving fast and singing along with the music that blared on my car stereo - khaali pili khaali pili rokane ka nahi… tera peecha karu toh tokane ka nahi.
Suddenly I saw him walking right in the middle of the road. I hit the brakes hard and the car screeched to a stop inches away from the man.
I tuned down the music; rolled down the windows and yelled at him, “Kyon bey, marne ke liye meri hi gaadi mili thi. Kisi aur ki gaadi ke saamne jaake mar.”
He slowly turned around; looked at me with blood-shot eyes and said, “Ab toh teri gaadi ke saamne hi marunga.”
With that, he got out a pistol, held it against his forehead and pulled the trigger.
The car wind shield was splattered with blood.