Fear
I was baffled.An emotion rarely visited when you've committed gluttony (in order to do some paisa vasool from the overpriced buffet you had at Taj).Anisha,my older sister rarely ever rides her scooty at 30kmph on a chilled winter night at emtpty roads of Pune after 10 p.m. When I took courage to open my clenched jaw and speak to her she gave no response in another attempt she responded in a tone suggesting 'all's well'. For the sake of paisa vasool she too had stuffed herself. Post dinner she'd spent good time in the loo but still looking at her one could figure out that she's either constipated or nauseated or she may faint or burst anytime soon. However an unresponsive rider and a paranoid pillion rider didn't match well.I offered myself to ride, to halt if she wished to throw up but her response was negative.For a moment I could sense her scooty moving towards the footpath, to my eyes it was true and within a flash of second it was all blood and bruise...