It was Friday evening. Most of the people in his office left early as this was going to be a long weekend. He also left the office two hours before normal time and headed to his favorite bar. He sat at his regular place. "You are on time again. How do you manage to be on time, every time?!!" a beautiful voice cooed. He smiled and looked in the direction of the voice. There was nobody. It was four in the afternoon. The whole bar was empty and apart from him and a waiter there was nobody there. But he knew that the voice was not an illusion. So what if it existed in the past - it did exist. He asked the waiter to bring one more large Talisker. His father was a connoisseur of alcohol and liked this single malt with a smoky flavor a lot. And so did him. "Here it is sir" said the waiter, putting the glass on the table. This was his 5th large peg. His mother loved him very much but always despised people who drink and so after drinking he always used to feel that some hidden camera was capturing his image and telecasting it directly to his mother wherever she was. The thought itself freaked him out.
He put the key in the ignition and started his bike. He was high and so was his bike. He passed the school and suddenly applied the brake on time. The school had just closed for the day. Kids were crossing the road. They were mostly in groups chatting and making fun of each other. It reminded him of his friends who were far from him, but still close to his heart. Most of the kids had soiled uniforms and skinned elbows and knees. Suddenly he thought he saw a face on his bike mirror and he turned around. She was not there. "I wish I was a kid again. Skinned knees are a lot easier to fix than a broken heart". He started bike again after the kids had crossed the road.
He was on Highway 25 now, which, although farther in distance to his place didn't have much traffic on it and hence it could save him some 20 odd minutes. The sky was changing color and so was his mood. He accelerated the bike. He heard the whistle of a train this time. He looked at the train running parallel to his road in the same direction. Train was speeding ahead asking him for a race. He hated to loose as much he loved to win. He was intercollegiate cross country motorbike champion. Participated three times, won two years consecutively and did not show up in the last competition as he was with his girl friend. She was leaving country for short term assignment in London. Short is a relative term, her short term was still not over after 7 years. By the way they broke up after 2 years from her departure. "I wish I could fly" he said to himself. His hands moved on the accelerator and the needle started showing maximum speed now. He was looking at the train which was now falling slightly behind. Suddenly out of nowhere a truck came in front of him. A collision and he flew up. Life has been strange, it always gives you things least expected and makes you long for the things you always want. Just 2 hours before he was in the bar drinking and thinking about his life. He had been trying to go outside for 4 years but life did not hear his wish. But his unexpected wish of flying which was made a couple of seconds before was answered. He flew for 6 seconds before whammed on the ground.
"I wish life has an undo button" he talked to himself one last time. The sky was again changing color....this time to black and so was his life.
