Thank heavens (and all the Hindu Gods in it, flying around in their air chariots and their swans and whatnot magical fantastical fantasy world) I am just so glad I never knocked into anyone, no one knocked me over and thank heavens I hit no divider because if I did I'd end up just like this poor boy. The boy? Ok, pardon me for calling him a boy but he's really no boy. He's just a young adult making a name for himself, taking over his father's transportation business.
And it's his third death.
The first time he tried to commit suicide over love. Ah, young love when you have hormones raging and you cant'e get what you want then you take your own life. I think suicide and Indians are synonymous, they go hand-in-hand. I love you too, khalas
The second time he cheated death was when he was driving too, but he survived. His Chinese female friend didn't. Khalas
So, based on report obtained from my sister, he died from internal injury, where his organs failed because his blood vessels ruptured. And the airbags deployed. He was speeding. His eyes were wide open of the shock. They closed them in the mortuary
He was also pierced by the divider. On his stomach. Khalas
More pictures obtained from ondscene
I know this kid. I met him a few times. He wasn't such a bad kid. His parents were devastated. His aunt fainted at his funeral pyre.
Every time I see a Qatari speeding in his Porsche, Toyota XL and whatnot huge ass gass guzzlers, two things creep up in my mind
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