There was lying a young boy in a pool of blood hit by a jeep. The Jeep driver had tried to escape after overrunning the boy but was caught a few feet away by the assembled public.
The sight of blood was really horrible. People gathered around the child. I too went to see who he was. He was probably in 9th or 10th and like me was returning home from a nearby school. Then quickly a man searched through his strewn books and found his diary. From the number found in the diary, he informed his guardian.
Meanwhile, another man had called up the hospital for ambulance. After a few minutes the ambulance of a nearby private hospital came and carefully placed the boy on the stretcher and took him away. The boy apparently had a broken leg and arm and also had an injury on his head. Due to the collision he had become unconscious. So no one knew the extent of the injury on his head.
I gathered the books of the boy, placed them back in the bag again, got the address from the diary and thought of returning the bag at the address. The cycle too was in a bad shape but one man thought of it too at the address.
The boy now gone, there remained only the dreaded pool of blood. Suddenly people remembered the Jeep and the driver who was now apologizing frantically. He was completely drunk. The crowd fell like a hungry wolf on him and taught him a proper lesion. People were angry as he had tried to escape also.
Meanwhile the police came and took him away. I accompanied that man to return the bag and the broken cycle. On our way we were quite shocked at the uncertainty of life. The man after sometimes told me that the Jeep drivers as was evident totally drunk and was driving very rashly. The child was on the right side riding his bicycle. He was at a normal speed when suddenly this Jeep came, hit him from behind and overran him. I was too shocked to speak anything.
The houses of the boy were near only so we have to walk much. When we reached his home, the boy’s elder sister was at home. We gave her the bag and kept the bicycle over their place. She seemed very worried but was in control of her emotions. There were tears shining in her eyes but they did not flow down. She thanked us for bringing the boy’s things back. We told her that her brother would be fine and left.
After that I went home. My mother too had started worrying about me as I never got late. I found her standing out in the porch anxiously waiting for me. I then told her about what had happened and she too got scared and hugged me. I told her that I am fine; it was another boy who got injured. She was very proud of me as I had stayed on to help. Then all of us visited the temple to pray for the speedy recovery of that boy.