Pilliver Facination

The hardest thing I had to do was to carry my dead friend from the accident site to the ambulance and then take him to the hospital and to see him stitched up like a rag doll after the autopsy. I was driving and Sunil was riding the pillion when a truck hit us and we were thrown out, when I recovered my senses I discovered he was dead. I called home as the ambulance and police arrived. I was driving the bike, so it was the guilt and the sadness of loss that till today shakes me from time to time. It all happened ten years ago.