As one crosses IIT Powai and comes down, one has to take the side road, avoiding the flyover. Instead,
I realised that I was getting on to the flyover, at a high speed, narrowly missing the parapet wall. I had been preoccupied, thinking about something important.
Ahead of me a container truck loomed. Very close.
My foot hit the brake. Or tried to. Only, there was no brake!
I was sitting in the rear seat. Alone. There was no one else in the car. No driver. No one. And I knew I had to do something, anything, to avoid the crash.
I had to somehow move up, jump over, from the back seat to get into the driver's seat.
Without feeling panic, I collected my thoughts. The hand brake. Climb up, into the narrow gap between the front seats. Racing at speeds faster than a Cray super computer, my brain told me in calm tones, "No can do. The impact will happen within 1 second. You will need 7 seconds to get into the driver's seat. There's only ONE thing that you can now do."
Pause.
Nothing dramatic.
The only thing left, before that fatal impact....
Wake up.
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