Naren watched the sun sink against the dull grey waters of the Narmada, lost in his own thoughts as their motor car sped along. Bhikhu, the driver slowly steped up the gas and shifted gear while quickly glancing across him. He was safe for now, he breathed easy, BAPUJI’s attention was otherwise engaged. It had been a long tiring day and all he could think about was the hot cooked rotlo waiting for him in his modest dwellings at the edge of the big bungalow.
Bhikhu had not been able to lift his foot of the gas and slam the break fast enough, the motor slammed into the tempo at the same time that Naren shouted BAPUJI. There was a huge crash and the motor went spinning round and round across the divider and straight into the upstream traffic on the other side of the road. Heaps of sugar cane was now bouncing off the side and into the ditch which separated the road and the farm.The Motor hit the tree on edge of the road, on the opposite side before finally stopping.