Chapter 3

Bushra

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I THINK the driver's name was Mohanji.. wasn't it?
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Anjali winced as she limped her way down the long, winded path. She wondered where Mohanji was, she worried that he had been badly hurt. She didn't know how she had ended up here. All she remembered from the accident was how the car had fearfully lurched over, her consequential scream, and the rewarding darkness. She was thankful that she had been unconscious during the impact - the fear and tension would have given her a heart attack. She wasn't brave like Khushiji. She couldn't have done it by herself. She needed Chotte to get through these problems. She needed Chotte beside her to be strong.

The road was built on a hilly terrain, and the sides had sloped downwards. After the crash, an unconscious Anjali had rolled off the ledge and had come to rest against a tree at the bottom. Thankfully her brace had stayed in place, and she had woken up with mere cuts and bruises. Unable to climb back on the road, she had yelled her voice hoarse in hopes of getting someone to rescue her, but in vain. Her cellphone had gotten lost in the mess, and she was feeling quite lost. Making up her mind, she had started walking along the road towards home - or what she thought was the direction of home - and of course, she had gotten lost. It was dark, she justified herself to herself, and the trees were confusing her. She had left the road-side slopes to make her way through the trees into what she thought had been a shortcut to the rest of the winding road behind her, but who was she kidding? She was going to die out here. It was dark, she was alone, and she was Anjali. She never had to lift a finger to do something except organize pujas and converse with the punditjis. AND worry incessantly over her husband. Ahh, her husband. Her brows knitted together as she fretted over how worried he must be for her. She had to let him know she was okay.