The Black Magic Bully

Aftermath

'Forgive your enemies, not because they deserve forgiveness, but because you deserve peace'. 

I heard this from my new professor, and it finally clicked, how I was right to not take revenge on Raghav. Till now I was 50/50 on this issue, half, if not more than half, wanting to call up a bunch of people to beat the snot out of him. If not more. Force him to repay my own money with great interest. 

Despite this, I still had a great grudge against him. It lasted until about October 21 of that year. That night, I was crossing the dangerous Belapur Uran highway intersection. The crossing terrified me. So many large trucks were waiting for the green light, the road was lined with mostly lined with trucks for as far as the eye could see. These beasts could kill me and the driver would never notice. I froze with fear, in the middle of the road, in front of a large truck with the front window higher than my head. 

Just then, the vehicles started moving, I teleported to an Autorickshaw on the same crossing. Jumping on the handlebar just before the passenger entry as it started. The only way I could think to not get hit by a truck. Told the driver to drop me off a few hundred meters down the road, where it wasn't nearly as crowded. Such a close shave, I promised myself not to cross that road on the way home ever again.

The next day, I received a surprise on my Whatsapp. 'Just so you know, Raghav died last night'. I didn't feel any grief or joy at this news. I was surprised. 'Don't tell me it was a drug overdose', I responded.  

'It was an accident of some sort', he replied. 

'Who told you', I asked back.

'Siddhant told me' he replied. 

I messaged Siddhant about this immediately, he forwarded me the message of Ragavs death. Piece by piece, I received information. Raghav was riding back from the bar on his Royal Enfield motercyle. In the dead of night on a street with no lights. Considerably drunk, with no helmet. And no one with him on his bike, he had refused this. All it took was a single unseen pothole on the road. As he flew off his bike and hit his bare head hard on the ground, or a truck, others said.

He died of a brain bleed later at the hospital. Or so I heard.  

'No one cares', responded Dhawan.

I told this to some of my freinds with whom I had shared the whole story.