Knock,Knock knocking on Heaven's Door!!!

“Are you afraid of dying?”

It was 3 in the night…or morning!!!
Pune was the venue and the party was at a place called Vir da Dhaaba and the menu consisted of loads of booze…
Choubeyji drank like a sponge…absorbing each and every drop. I was fairly sober.Chaoubeyji was driving at 80-90 per hour. Tears coming out of my eyes.My hair was going haywire.
I was pleading “slow down, please dear.”
That’s when he asked the question mentioned in the first line.

“No”, I replied.
“No!”, he mocked “ then why are u asking me to slow down.”

“Because I am afraid of the repurcussions my death will have…what all will happen after my death, sends shivers through my spine…………………………”