A crowd collected near the electric post. Death of a government employee. News buzzed around, percolating through barriers, of brick and mortar. Who? When? How?
Somebody, whom the localites recognized, he, who was working for the telephone department. The serviceman, had gone up the pole, encountered an electric shock from a live wire, fell, face down.
People from the neighbouring shops gathered. An auto, passing by was called for, the victim was shifted to a hospital.
Later, aunt told me that the man died on the spot. A man whom mother recalled, who had helped her, many a time, when the telephone at home, had to undergo repair. A person, like you and me.
A thread of blood lay on the tar, breaking off here and there. Sand was scattered over it. In order to make it easy for us to forget the gruesome sight. Not crossing that patch, some avoided it, lest it'll bring bad luck. A woman, shivered, on recounting the experience.How could she even think about somoething else? it occured right in front of her.
Live wires hanging in mid-air, helping the cause of death in a cruel manner. The victims, you and me. The by-standers, you and me. We, who think that death cannot approach us.
Officials, came and went. Policemen appeared. A case will be filed. Compensation offered to the suffering family, a stipulated amount for a life.
Caused by negligence, on our part. A life lost, easily, within minutes. Life will go on, as usual. I'll go to college, learn Ionic Equilibria, the vegetable vendor will supply vegetables. Electricians make house-calls, the tv will churn out doles of rubbish, mother cooks as always. Afterall it is an obituary of a commoner, nothing more.