I Lived Minutes Of Death E-Book

Sumaiyya Jagirdar

• Herausgeber: Pencil
• Kategorie: Ratgeber
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Seitenzahl: 64

Beschreibung

About the book:
Tara, a working woman attempting to balance her work and personal lives, is involved in an accident on a rainy night in Bangalore while driving home from the office in heavy traffic. She was hit by a car in a traffic light and died minutes later; people around her stood looking at her laying on the road with a bike on her leg, but no one came forward to help her. She wrote a book about her worst day experience and accident to erase the bad memory of that day from her mind because it was bothering her all the time, that accident and the deadliest experience witnessed that day laying the road. Tara wanted to destroy what she had written in a book, but the author of the book asked her to write a story about the accident instead. Tara's story is very interesting, and it is the most interesting

Leseprobe

ILivedMinutesOfDeath

Basedontrueincident

BY

SumaiyyaJagirdar

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DISCLAIMER:TheopinionsexpressedinthisbookarethoseoftheauthorsanddonotpurporttoreflecttheviewsofthePublisher.

Authorbiography

Sumaiyyawasbornon9thMarch.Anengineerbyprofessionandlovestodocreativethingslikewriting,painting,sketching,crafting,hennadesigning,etc.SheisthefounderofHennaDesignWorldandSNGraphics.

Contents

CATCHINGBUS

MARATHON

OFFICE

RAINYROADS

ACCIDENT

BACKTOPAVILION

CONCLUSION

Foreword

Tara,aworkingwomanattemptingtobalanceherworkandpersonallives,isinvolvedinanaccidentonarainynightinBangalorewhiledrivinghomefromtheofficeinheavytraffic.

Shewashitbyacarinatrafficlightanddiedminuteslater;peoplearoundherstoodlookingatherlayingontheroadwithabikeonherleg,butnoonecameforwardtohelpher.

Shewroteabookaboutherworstdayexperienceandaccidenttoerasethebadmemoryofthatdayfromhermindbecauseitwasbotheringherallthetime,thataccidentandthedeadliestexperiencewitnessedthatdaylayingtheroad.

Tarawantedtodestroywhatshehadwritteninabook,buttheauthorofthebookaskedhertowriteastoryabouttheaccidentinstead.

Tara'sstoryisveryinteresting,anditisthemostinteresting.ThemostintriguingaspectishowtheauthormetTaraandwhatinspiredhertowritethisbook.

Preface

WhenIreadTara'sbook,Ifeltthatthisstoryshouldnotbedestroyed,butrathersharedwithreaders.Tarawroteabooktodestroythestoryinhermind,butwhenIreadit,mymindtoldmethatthisstoryisnotmeanttobedestroyed.

Thisstoryrelatestomanyworkingwomenandhasagoodawarenessmessageabouthowoneshouldbehavewhenwitnessinganaccidentandwhatgoesthroughone'smindwhenoneisonthevergeofdeath.

Acknowledgements

I'dliketoexpressmyheartfeltgratitudetomyparents,Dr.B.M.JagirdarandShamshadJagirdar,aswellasmyhusband,Mr.Nawaaz,forencouragingmetowritethiswonderfulbook(ILivedMinutesOfDeath),whichalsohelpedmeimprovemywritingandtaughtmesomuch.

Second,I'dliketothankmysiblingsfortheirassistanceincompletingthisbookinsuchashortperiod.

CATCHINGBUS

OnefinemorningIneededtogototheworkplacebycitytransportbecausemybike'srear-wheelwaspenetrated,thebusstationwas1.5kmawayfrommyhome.

Climatewasfrigidcold,eventhoughIworeacoatscarfstillIcouldfeelthecoldishwind,whichmademeshudder,thestreetwasgenerallyunfilled,shopswereasyetshut,normally,shopsgetopenlater9amintheBangaloreyetacoupleofshopslikemilkdairy,pastrykitchengetsopenearlyyetthatdayIsawjustmilkdairywasopen,Ithoughttogetafewtreatsfromthebreadshophoweverthepastrykitchenwasn'tyetopen.

Iwaswalkingonthefootpath,anoldwomancametomesellingblossoms,sayingtakeafewblossomsintheKannadalanguage("hoovutagolamma")IwouldhaverathernotbuyblossomssoItoldherthatIamwearingascarf,Idon'twearblossomssoIdon'tneed,however,shedemandedmetobuy,Idenied,then,atthatpoint,shebeganpersuadingmesayingviewtheseblossoms,atanyrate,payingattentiontothisIcheckedoutherbushelanditwasloadedupwithexceptionallydelightfulandnewblossomsJasmine,redroses,pinkroses,waterdropsonthoseblossomswerelookingsowonderful,takingaganderatthoseblossomsIgotagrinonthefaceshesawmysmileandshetoldwithoutyourself,buyforothers

Itoldher(AjjiimpliesgrandmotherinKannada)thatIdon'twanttogiveittoothersalso.Payingattentiontomesheansweredalrightmaleaveinasofttone,Ifeltterribletakingalookatherpitifulface,Ichosetogetafewandrequestedthatshegivemeafewblossoms.

Itookflowersrecallingregardingthatwomanthatwhileweyoungstersarefeelingalotofcoldeveninthewakeofcoveringourselvesfromtoptotoehoweverthatoldwomanisn'twearinganycomfortablegarments,sheissimplywearingacottonsareeandsellingflowersinsuchenergyofcarryingonwithlifeandbucklingdown.

Shegavethemwithnocover,gavehermoney,andrequestedthatshegivecover,plasticisrestrictedsodon'thavecoverssaidoldlady,IaskedherhowwouldIcarrythemnowtotheworkplace?puttheminabag,thatwomansaidandleftfromthatpointlookingforanothercustomer.

IwasunabletoplacetakencareofbecauseshehassprinkledwateronblossomsandIhadanofficePCtakencareofsoIwasunabletofacethechallenge,Ilookedthroughmysack,fortunately,Iobservedonebelittlecoverinmybag,Iputthoseblossomsincoverandthecoverclinchedandstrolledtowardsthebusstation.

AfterreachingthebusstopIsawpeoplecrowdedthere,unawarewhypeoplegatheredatthebusstop.Ihavetraveledmanytimesbybusbeforebutneversawsuchacrowdatthisbusstop.

Wonderingwhatmighthavehappenedthere,Iwenttoaladystandingatthebusstopandaskedher,helloaunty,whyistheresomuchcrowdtoday?Shegaveanangrylook,herwide-openeyeslookingatmelikeshewillgivemeatightslap,Iwasnotexpectingthatreaction,Igotscaredandtookastepback,sherepliedsarcastically,whydoyouwanttoknow?Whydopeoplecometothebusstop?Youhavecomeheretocatchabusright?likethateventheyhavecomesayingthisladylookedatherwristwatch,checkingthetime,holdingherhandnearherface,shewaswearingspecs,strugglingtoseetimefromthatsmallwristwatchshewore.

WellnotsurewhethershegottoknowthetimeornotbutbyherrudereplyIjustbentmyneckdownandwenttotheothersideofthebusstopwithbacksteps.Ithinkherdaystartedonabadnote,orshemighthavegottenangrywithmeforaddressingherasaunty.

Well,shelookedlikeshewasinher50sthatiswhyIaddressedherasaunty,hugeredbindionherforeheadseemedlikearedlighttome.Idon’tknowexactlywhatwaswrongwithherbutmymorninggotabitbitterbyherrude.answerandIdecidedthatinthefutureIwillneveraskanythingstrangers,especiallyladies.

Pitifultoobservethewaythathowmightapersonbesodiscourteoustoastranger.Regardlessofwhethershehadanawfulmorningorevenmanagedmoreregrettablethingshoweverbeingquietisbettercomparedtobeingdiscourteous.

Meanwhile,agirlwearingauniform,standingnexttothatwomancamehurryingtomeandsaidAkka(Sister)today4bushavenotcomewhichshould