Beauty

He had felt it when he woke up in the morning, he was feeling it now. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the red double decker monster approaching towards his direction. He did not flinch, he smiled. He realized that he had been waiting for this. He felt as if he knew what was to happen. He first felt the impact of the red monster on his right arm. He knew that as it hit him, he was experiencing the height of awareness; everything was happening in slow motion, he could feel the bones of his arm being shattered with the impact. He was thrust backward; his feet were not touching the ground. He saw the woman in her green sari turning her face towards him, her face carried the expression of terror, and the soft wind blew the edge of her sari lightly which along with her action of fright made the sari flitter in the air the whole time he was falling towards the ground. The bumper then drove onto his left foot and broke its bones and then his knee; he could feel his skin being ripped apart. “How come I am not hurting?” He realized asking himself as the tyre rolled over his rib cage. The blood spattered into the tyre and merged with the paint of the giant road killer. His shoe had been tossed to his side and he could see a piece of his toe rolling next to him. The tyre now pounded his chest as he could hear the tearing screech of the brakes. His breathe left him. Suffocation hurt the most. He was almost brought back from a state of complete awareness to a state where he only experienced excruciating pain. He wanted to shout, but could not. And then, he saw a green leaf flickering under the blue sky. He wondered how he could see the blue sky when all he was exposed to were machinery parts. He savored the leaf and the eternal blue and knew he was smiling although he couldn’t feel his face. Then the bus rolled over his head and splattered his brains into the hard cement road.