Shyam stood up, with the support of the bike and sat behind Charmi as a pillion rider. His legs were aching and his hand had a rising pain inside it. The light inside his eyes was fading. He was unable to sit. One of his hand was causing great pain, making his head throb with it. His right hand fumbled the seat and got a hook to get support while sitting. Charmi wasn’t riding fast, the bike was barely on the 20 km h. The road on which the bike was running was not of asphalt but of only stones and perhaps more speed wasn’t