All these didn’t quite register in Mr. Singh’s mind, as he was only concerned of his warm bed, awaiting his arrival, and his thoughts were not even disturbed by the relentless drumming of the rain drops of his drive roof.
His car was just on the outskirts of the city, when the frightful incident happened. Even the slightest hope of a peaceful rest, got hold of Oblivion’s Curse, suddenly as his car hit someone. A shrill cry followed by a distant rumble of the overhead sky, brought back his waywardness into consciousness and his legs on his brakes.
Mr. Singh is an M.B.B.S. doctor. He kicked himself, and got off to check the matter. The rain ignored to show any mercy on him and kept on pouring. He spotted, in the foggy mist, a man lying at a distant side of the road, and blood spilled all over the road.
Such a terrifying show, broke through his ribs, into his nerves, and he sprung up to a conclusion that he had to escape soon, his legs followed the accelerator of the car and he felt relieved , when suddenly, he was disturbed by a knock. A knock in his side window! He closed his eyes and kept on pressing the accelerator. Suddenly a bang, and things just got jumbled up. Mr. Singh stood up on his bed, to find himself in his room, beside his fifteen year old son. He was full wet out of sweating. But the consolation that he got was the fact that he was dreaming, urged him to sleep again for the rest of the night.
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