INDIA PART 8

INDIA PART 8 - Fatality
It has been many days and yet Pillion Tan still couldn’t stop thinking about her; every time he closes his eyes he can still make out the curves on her. Every night Pillion Tan will talk in his sleep and suddenly he will wake up soaked in cold sweat, still couldn’t forget how it all happened...

He never will.
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Sometimes ago, Pillion Tan was offered a ride on his friend’s bike to Nasik over the weekend.
And he agreed readily. He was thinking why not? Since he can visit his friends who are residing there doing internship as well.

The Na shit boys

Pillion Tan stayed over at his friend’s house as they have to move off early the next day. On that night, Pillion Tan have a very strong premonition that something bad is going to happen.

Something very bad.

Nevertheless, he decided to close his eyes and rest his soul to prepare for the bumpy ride.

Pillion Tan and Rider Ashish

At 0625hrs Pillion Tan was all ready to go. He made a final check, pulling his shoelace and jeans’ zip tight.
At 0630 sharp, both of them make their way to Nasik, which is 202km away.

At 0723hrs, they stopped to get some Indian Oil.

the Indian Oil is black in color.


The pace for the journey was good, and there is nice scenery along the way. It seems like the negative feelings he had the previously day was unfounded.



At 0854hrs, they stopped to have some breakfast. Their asses were sore but the breakfast made them forget the pain.

cant remember the name of the food, properly poiajrcaqwepm.


Then something fatal happened at 1015hrs.





Pillion Tan was looking at his shadow when he realized his hair was flying everywhere. Holding his breath and fearing the worst, he extended his hand to his head. For an instant, everything he sees was just colors churned together flying by. The wind rushing against his face felt like hands of the million-hand goddess slapping him.





She’s gone.



The hair band is gone.


The hair band has been through thick and thin hair with Pillion Tan since he set his eyes on her at a Pasar Malam stall. No matter how Mother Tan insulted his hair or how Bearbear Tan abused his hair, the hair band is always there to stand by him. She became Pillion Tan’s pillar of strength, his only source of encouragement whenever he feels like giving up the idea of keeping long hair. Many times when Pillion Tan gives in and was walking to the barber to have his hair cut, the hair band would stroke his hair softly and whisper into his ears that everything is gonna be all right. And Pillion Tan would muster enough courage to abort the idea. Now the most beautiful feature on Pillion Tan is nothing but his long and silky hair.


He didn’t know how the last journey went or how long it took. All he felt was going through hell on the last leg of the journey.



His face was full of dirt, and he can’t differentiate if that’s his hair or pubic hair on his head. But it doesn’t matter anymore…. Now he fully understood the quote “You will never treasure someone, till she’s gone.”

And the Na-shit boys comfort Pillion Tan that they will bring him to a nice place to chill out and forget all the sorrows.



And they brought him to a road side stall.

Free diarrhea with every order.

Pillion Tan's could only wish his hair band all the best with the bottom of his broken heart.