He was in the air for some moment...and landed bang in the middle of dust and pebbles of the nullah...and...started slipping down...zooming down in fact...with a plume of dust rising and covering him...in fact he was practically not visible...I could see only a blanket of dust rising as he was slipping down...hurtling towards that gushing river a kilometer below...towards a sure shot death
And he was rolling...on his side...towards the other bank...almost matching the speed of his descent...the dust plume was actually not a straight line...it was diagonal...shifting towards the other side of the nullah...he was falling...and rolling...and falling...and rolling...
A collection of short stories based on real life experience. Each story brings out some unique aspect of knowledge, realisation and relationship with a dash of adventurism and a fresh perspective that life served as a bowl of salad.