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When my family moved to Manali New Town (even before I was born), there were only a handful of houses, out of 200+ houses, that were inhabited. The place use to look like a deserted forest. During the same time we moved in, there was another family that moved in. Later, we (the then kids of the locality) use to call the head of the family, fondly as “Scooter mama (uncle)”. Because, he was the only person who had a scooter in that locality. A very jolly person. He also repairs and makes watches during his spare time and he was very good at that. 29 years has passed by since he and his family have occupied that house. All his sons are married now. He became more subdued over the years, but he was very healthy for his age…His 3 sons celebrated his 70th birthday just a week ago….Everything was well…

4 days ago, he slipped out of the bus while boarding. The rear wheel of the bus went over both his thighs. Listening to the noise of crowd and thinking that he was caught under the wheels, Driver stopped the bus…and came back in reverse…and the wheels damaged his legs to unimaginable extent…Heavy bleeding…The real tragedy was the 30 minutes of helplessness on the road. He pleaded for someone to save him…The actual reason why no body came forward, I am not aware of…After the hopeless and futile attempts of doctors, he passed away today morning…

Why do such things happen? I don’t know. But these are the incidents, which makes me really think about life…Some people are made to undergo severe trauma during their last days/moments…That I cannot digest at all…

Scooter mama…may your soul rest in peace…I will remember you…