traffic

There is a lot of pollution in this country, undoubtedly and a lot of traffic too. Everyone drives hugging each other, inching closer and closer by seconds slowly. We were waiting at the signal. I was on my way to meet Mr. A at his place in bandra. I heard a firecracker go boom loudly at a distant, startled by the loud noise; my shiver rattled the halting rick on a slope. The rick guy looked up instantly stared at me in the rear view mirror accusingly, I pretended as if nothing had happened and looked away at a distance suppressing a smirk in the farthest corner of my lips. The signal went green and we drove off. Loud siren could be heard from behind for quite some time. Nobody budged or even bothered to see. They never did. This was India. I looked at the people sitting in the car and wondered if they had heard it. Did they think about the urgency of the situation? Somebody could be severe labour pain inside an ambulance perhaps even dying… relatives howling, praying, and begging. After a while the siren stopped. Possibly, the patient was dead by now or a child born, dead or alive. Not so patient of them! But it was a cop car… somebody was at a gunpoint probably, being looted, being raped… but nobody cared. It most certainly was none of their business. And yes, very likely the cops just wanted get pass the traffic! I guess, still nobody cared.