Salad Bowl

<p>He was in the air for some moment&hellip;and landed bang in the middle of dust and pebbles of the nullah&hellip;and&hellip;started slipping down&hellip;zooming down in fact&hellip;with a plume of dust rising and covering him&hellip;in fact he was practically not visible&hellip;I could see only a blanket of dust rising as he was slipping down&hellip;hurtling towards that gushing river a kilometer below&hellip;towards a sure shot death!!!!</p><p>And he was rolling&hellip;on his side&hellip;towards the other bank&hellip;almost matching the speed of his descent&hellip;the dust plume was actually not a straight line&hellip;it was diagonal&hellip;shifting towards the other side of the nullah&hellip;he was falling&hellip;and rolling&hellip;and falling&hellip;and rolling&hellip;</p><p><i>A collection of short stories based on real life experience. Each story brings out some unique aspect of knowledge realisation and relationship with a dash of adventurism and a fresh perspective that life served as a bowl of salad.</i></p>