*Flashback continues*

It was 5 am at morning. Siddharth was sitting on a hospital bench, well in a government hospital which he found nearest. His shirt was drenched with blood, blood of a 12 years old kid.

His mind was blocked, completely. He had already committed a sin.

‘I shouldn't drive last night. I shouldn't.' He shook his head in no. It will be a sight worth of seeing a man like Siddharth crying like a kid who lost his mother in crowd.

Gautam was pacing here ...