He gains consciousness & finds himself lying on a stretcher inside an ambulance. He does not feel his body; it’s all numb. He looks at the oxygen mask & the white light, listens to incessant honking, sirens blowing and gets delusional. His mind takes him to the night three months back. That night they watched the movie “As good as it gets”. Nisha, his fiancee, loved Helen Hunt in it. Later that night the movie title got stretched to ‘as sexy as it gets’, to ‘as close as it gets’; they laughed. Laying in bed as she tickled the black birthmark on his shoulder, she said that “It is as dark as it gets“.
His wandering mind gets into a maze, a labyrinth of memories and mathematical concepts; he loved math and taught Physics for a living. He gets lost but keeps regaining consciousness as a mathematical variable trying to become constant. Back and forth, like a pendulum.
45 minutes before, a traffic light turned red, vehicles across the road moved ahead to cross the square towards the other side. A guy in an expensive car jumped the light, hit a bike, bumped a pole, kissed another car and raced ahead. Minutes later the only guy with serious injuries was in the ambulance.
300 meters ahead of the ambulance two egos were clashing one driving a bus other a car, causing a 2 km long traffic jam. There were no cops on duty this side of the city as a minister’s ego required special measures for road conveyance. Amidst all that, his heartbeats were gradually sinking in the ocean of big fat unrelenting egos. Trying to fight, hold back a little longer to see another day, to breath another second, to live another time.
He could feel his valiant heartbeats were about to succumb. He looked at the black nurse, thought of ‘as dark as it gets’. Smiled and smiled forever, ever.