The lone man on the motorcycle

Took a ride with the ubiquitous three wheeler to help me weave through the incessant traffic. Impatient to reach my destination, i see commotion ahead.Cars, men and..something else.
A kid in his uniform lying on the road, his hand on his forehead. I put my head outside to get a closer look.

The boy is still.

A couple of passerby s' crowd around.
My eyes transfixed on the scene,my mind running up theories.But i do not move an inch.My lips eerily silent.
The three wheeler finds a gap through the maze of people and cars and takes me onwards...to my destination.
The last i see is a man on a motorcycle stopping to enquire, the only man to do so. I wondered aloud " That could have been me", the lone man on the motorcycle.

I still do.