Two Minutes

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“Ok guys, I should leave now.” Samir got up from his place. Rohan stood to stop him “Wait buddy, don’t be a spoilsport.”. Samir picketed up his bag “I am sorry guys but, I promised my mom that I will be home by 10 pm. Dad is also out of station, you know.” He tried to explain. “Chill dude, its just 8.30 now.” Vinit showed him the watch. “But after 9.30 I won’t get any bus guys, that is why I have to leave now.” Samir tried explaining. “Ok Samir, chill. I will drop you home, I got dad’s car with me. Now you can stay right?”Rohan interrupted. Samir shook his hand in air and sat back.

It was Vinit’s treat for getting 89% marks in pre boards of 10+2. He was an average student, but Samir took the responsibility of helping his friend through his preparation for exam and the end result was amazing. Vinit’s mom dad was out of station so these friends planned a party to celebrate the occasion. 

They were in between their usual conversation when the doorbell rang, it was Himanshu. “Hi guys what’s up?” He hugged Rohan and Samir. “I knew you guys must me having a boring party without me. See what I got for you.” Himanshu opened his bag to bring out the vodka bottles. “Wow, First time I am holding a vodka bottle in my hand” Rohan took a bottle. “Guys, we were here to have fun not boozing.”Samir objected. Himanshu tapped Samir’s back “Relax Samir, it will add more fun. Loosen up yourself” he laughed.

It was 9.30 now and more than half of the vodka bottle was empty. Samir did not drink, as he had to go back home. “Ok guys, its time. I am leaving now. Else I will miss my last bus.”Samir picked up his bag. “Hey Samir, my friend! I told you that I will drop you. Then why are you rushing?” Rohan stopped him. “You are drunk Rohan. You can’t drive like this.”Samir said. “Don’t worry Samir, I will drive” Himanshu said “I do this often. I can drive.” He boasted his capability to drink and stay conscious.

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Samir’s mother and sister rushed to the hospital where Samir was admitted. They ran to the emergency ward, but could not find Samir. They saw one inspector “Hello Sir, I am Samir’s Mother. I think you only called me and informed about Samir. Where is my Son, Inspector?” Samir’s mom inquired. Inspector answred “Right Mrs. Verma, we only informed you.” He continued “Actually, Samir met with an accident and died on the spot.” Samir’s mother went numb out of shock. His sister asked “But how did that happen, Samir just went to his friend’s place. And he was supposed to be back by 10.” 

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Clock was showing 10 now, and Samir was getting impatient “What is this guys, it’s already 10. Himanshu, you promised me that you will drop me home. Let’s go dude.” “Samir, why don’t you stay at my place tonight, and leave tomorrow early morning.”Vinit Suggested. But Samir was not ready for that “Dude, you know how strict my mom is. She won’t like it. I have to go”.

In next 10 minutes, all 4 friends were in Rohan’s car, driving towards Samir’s house. “Hey Himanshu, your driving is super cool man. I feel as if the car is flying” Rohan was fully drunk now. They all laughed on Rohan’s statement. After few minutes Rohan asked Himanshu to stop the car. “Dude, I Want to drive now” Rohan said. “No Rohan, you are drunk. Himanshu is driving well. Let him drive.” Vinit stopped him. “I want to try man, just for two minutes. If I am not driving well, then Himanshu can continue. Okey?” Rohan Requested. “Why should we take risk Rohan.”Samir argued. “This is my car, and I will drive it. Stop it now.”Rohan Shouted. Himanshu stopped the car and gave keys to Rohan, Samir was sitting next too driver’s seat and he was not happy with this decision. But he kept quite as indicated by vinit and Himanshu. 

Rohan took the driver’s seat for just two minutes but that two minutes drive became the last drive for Samir. Just after few meters Rohan lost control on the steering and hit the car with a truck. 

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Rohan, Himanshu and Vinit also got badly injured. That two minutes became the life changing two minutes for these four kids and their families. Samir lost his life, whereas Rohan, Himanshu and Vinit were forced to live a life full of guilt. Two Minutes which seemed so small, had it's effect for life long.

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The Article

I cleaned the kitchen and came back with a magazine on my bed. This was my favorite magazine from years, before I used to finish reading all the articles in just 1 day. But after having my baby, I don’t get time for reading. Vivan (my son) was taking his afternoon nap and all my housework was done, so it was the best time to read the magazine.

I started reading the first article when the doorbell rang. Who can come at this time, I wondered and quickly walked towards the door, as I didn’t wanted the bell to ring again and disturb Vivan’s sleep. I looked through the peep hole, and there was a woman. She must be some saleswoman; I said “We don’t want to buy anything. You can go”. No sound came from other side. I turned back to go to the bedroom, when doorbell rang again. I ran to open the door and scolded her “Don’t you understand when I ask you to leave.” She gave me angry look but left without saying a word. I closed the door and came back in room. Vivan was still asleep; I took a sigh of relief.

“Let’s go back to the article” I sat on the bed with the magazine. It was hardly 10 minutes and the phone rang. I told my husband hundred times to get the landline disconnected. As we both have mobile phones, I don’t see any point in keeping this headache with us. I walked to the hall and picked up the call. “Hello Aunty, can you give the phone to Kunal.” voice came from the other side of the receiver. From which angle I look like an aunty, I rolled my eyes and said “You have dilled a wrong number, this is not Kunal’s house”. I was about to hangup, when that guy said “But Aunty, this is the number Kunal gave to me. I am not dialing wrong number.” By now I was irritated “listen, I am telling you again, this is not Kunal’s house. And I am not your Aunty, Ok? Keep the phone now” I hung up.

1 hour passed like few minutes and it was time for my baby’s next meal. I went in the kitchen to make baby food. When Vivan woke up and started to cry, I switched off the gas and ran to see my baby.

A baby needs lots of care and tons of patience. Vivan took full 45-50 minutes to finish a small bowl of baby food. He messed up his cloths, so I got him changed and sat with him on floor with his toys scattered around him. Soon he got busy playing with his toys and I grabbed my magazine to finish the article I stared some 3 hours back. “Look at me, the girl who used to finish full magazine in one day is taking 3 hours to finish an article” I laughed at myself.

Just the last paragraph was remaining when my mobile rang, it was my husband. “Hi Saloni, Is Vivan awake?” He asked. “Yes he is. By the way how come you called at this time” I inquired. “Nothing special” he giggled and continued “Actually I want to have pakoda with sour mango chatnee. I will be home in next one hour. Will you please prepare it for me?” I smiled “For sure.” and hanged up.

“There is still an hour, let me finish my reading and then I will start cooking” I thought while arranging Vivan’s toys. The next moment I realized that there were no mangos at home to make chatnee. I picked up my hand bag, carried Vivan and went to the vegetable shop at the corner of our street.

After coming back to home, I rushed to the kitchen and stated preparing the pakodas. As promised, my Husband came home at 6. He loved the pakoda and chatnee I made for him. We had tea together, and then he sat to play with Vivan, I went to kitchen for dinner preparation.

After sometime my husband came in the kitchen with my magazine in his hand, and seeing the book mark on the first few pages he said “Saloni, this month’s issue of your magazine came 10 days back right. You are still at first article, not finding this magazine interesting like before?” Before I could say something, he walked out of kitchen saying “Fine, I will cancel the subscription.”