The Last Message

The rain drops hit hard on the wiper swept cracked windscreen of the car creating an intricate pattern of amoebic forms. I could not see outside, my vision blurred by the momentary impact I had on my head. As the wiper moved fast, I could see the entire life in front of me flashing like a slide show presentation in my office. It seems you see these images of your past when you are on your death bed. My ribs felt no pain, my hands completely soaked with blood. The seatbelt had crushed my ribs. Different colours of flashing blue and red was being reflected by unkknown objects around. I did not remember how it happened. Probably I had missed the curb and fallen into a cliff aside the road. I knew I was upside down. I looked downwards to the ceiling of the car. My mobile phone was lying there. The battery blinking a low sign. The only person in the whole world, I wanted to speak to, was Sia. Would she pick up my call? I was not sure.

Are you alright? A voice came from the window. I guess he was a road traffic police.

No. I said.

Don’t worry, the ambulance will be here soon. We will take you out of here.

I nodded.

The mobile blinked another low battery sign. I kept looking at the phone as it blinked incessantly. I felt my hand reach out to the mobile phone. This was the first time I felt pain. Pain of the heart or the wound, I couldnot recognize, but the pain was there, embedded deep into the depths of my heart. My fingers pressed 2 and speed dialed. The phone rang.

She disconnected.

I dialed again.

The phone rang

She disconnected.

My fingers started feeling weak. I pressed slowly, my fingers loosing the pressure with each second… I lve u…

I scrolled for the send message option and pressed the green button. Message sent! The display showed. I felt at peace. I closed my eyes.