An unusual evening

My day was going great. I went for a dinner with my family, had my food, enjoyed my delicious paan and  the yummy dessert, I was having perfect time with my family. The birthday lady, my mom was happy and I was happy seeing her happy because of her kids. Exactly when the time had come to return home with some wonderful memories with you, an episode happened that simply destroyed everything that you simply commended a couple of minutes back.

We met with an accident. I won’t term it as a bigger one, but I won’t even state it as a smaller one too. I and  my family were returning back to our home, when a car at a full speed hit our car from behind. The impact was so strong that I and my little nephew who was in my hands, were jolted to the front of the car from the rear seat. I was shaking inside and my baby held me tight and cried as he got scared. Fortunately nobody was harmed. When we confronted  the driver who hit us, he just said sorry and said it wasn’t that a big deal. The driver called to his owner and the owner was rude too. He told us to do whatever you want in a very harsh way. He was so confident that nothing would happen to him or his driver. We filed an FIR, but we all know how things work in INDIA. Me and my family were the last to leave from the police station. The driver who hit our car left before us with a big smile on his face. I was furious and totally pissed with what was going on. But nothing lies in our hands. In India, there are many things that upset me and this was one of the examples. People who are wrong, freely roam around and victims have all the problems to face. After two hours of all contentions and the police formalities we left for our home. Though we were thankful to God that nobody was hurt, but such incidents stay in your mind forever not because we met with an accident, but rather in the light of the fact, the person who was liable for it, had no worries and no actions were taken against him. 

Anyways, a picture of my family, our celebrations is something I will end my post with; 



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