Did Somesh Aggarwal, a man betrayed, a man scorned, know what he was doing? The vehicles ahead of me were crawling. Besides the rowdy trucks, many two-wheelers were moving randomly on either side of my car. There was nothing I could have done, except for staying patient. Suddenly I heard the back seat door opening, and Raju shouting, 'Somesh Somesh ' He's out of the car My eyes fell on the side view mirror. Somesh had rushed into the overtaking lane. I stopped my car, scampered out and ran behind him. He jumped over the separating fence into the far side of the road and vanished. I rushed to climb the fence. As I put my foot at the top of the fence, I saw Somesh. He was running into the traffic. My heart skipped I-don't-know-how-many beats. Without thinking, I jumped over the fence and sprinted behind him. The incoming vehicles swayed on our sides, trying to avoid hitting us. Every time I saw Somesh getting close to a vehicle, I gasped. With each vehicle missing him, and me, I breathed. Those few harrowing seconds, I witnessed Somesh playing the game-I'll get you before you get me-against death. Death, it seemed, feared meeting him too soon. And me? I was an assistant to death-helping it escape the madman. Would death survive Somesh or would Somesh, the Schr dinger's cat, survive death?
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