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The destined accident

One fine Monday morning, as usual, Rahul and Keerthana were busy leaving to their office. Both of them worked for the same office. They both were best friends right from their childhood. It was getting late to the office, Rahul called Keerthana saying he was about to leave his home so that she could leave her home at the same time. This was their daily routine. Rahul would take his bike, Keerthana her car.

They were already getting late to the office, both of them were driving fast so that they could reach their office at least, a little less late. Rahul never had the habit of wearing helmet while going to work, as he always wanted to flaunt his styles. Keerthana never had the habit of wearing her seat belt while driving. Added to their unhealthy habits, destiny wanted to play in their lives.  As a result, they both met with a major accident on their way. Unfortunately, they weren’t alive anymore.

Their vehicles were taken down to the police station’s garage. Vehicles front portion were no more the same as it was before, it was unidentifiable. Keerthana’s car and Rahul’s bike were made to park next to each other. Here’s a little conversation that virtually happened between, Keerthana’s car and Rahul’s bike:

Bike: “Thank you Ms. I-AM-ALWAYS-IN-HURRY for ruining my life.”
Car: “hey! Hold your horses back mister. It was not just my fault. It was both of us’ faults.”
Bike: “ugghh! Come on, had your friend worn her seat belt, she somehow could have controlled you when she jumped you off from that speed breaker. It’s because of her rash driving and not wearing the seat belt, this happened.”
Car: “same with you. Had your friend worn his helmet, he could have managed to handle you when that piece of plastic came out of nowhere and hit him in his face.”
Bike: “alright! It’s not our faults. It’s those uncivilized intellectual brats’ mistakes. They do not follow proper safety rules nor do they wear any safety measures, and then they completely ruin rest of our lives.”
Car:  “yes. I hope, like this ruined lives of ours, should never happen to others.”
Bike:  “I wish someone give us our lives back to us. If not, our scars will remain as a lesson to others.”


Always remember, “Safety is a lock, but you are the key.”

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